Anger is a secondary emotion
More comfortable to display
Than the true feelings
Underneath the tip of
The iceberg that sunk the Titanic.
I want to be angry at you.
Temptation boils and shimmers
Whispering at me all the ways
To splinter you from within.
People would say I have the right -
No, the necessity, to show you
Just how much you messed up
Someone who only gave you love.
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