Rage can be misinterpreted through criticism,
It can morph and adapt to remain within like a parasitic organism.
I've remained the same and watch people change through ways of self entitlement.
They refuse the truth and everyone is either enemy or steadily standing silently.
To me rage is born through trauma and submission of certain conditions, We learn to avoid and evolve the rage from error and repetition.
To release this can be a drug with unexpected high addictions,
Through skepticism the truth no longer remain fact, it can quickly transfer to fiction.
Cold eyes and belittling words can make you appear quite the menace,
A sharp blade to relieve the tension, no to relieve a mind that has once fell into victim.
When I can't stand it, I just lay and watch the world mislead one another through certain enigmas,
The foundations will collapse, usually through someone's lack of purposeful intentions.
My rage appears like a demon to terrorize anybody who's passing by without resentment,
It would behoove you to stand aside and watch the destruction it creates from a safe distance.
I search my mind and truly nobody I know is exempted,
So retaliation becomes a must that's not just a plan but a mission.
If to end this nightmare would be simply just to forgive them,
Then the storm before the calm should also be expected and granted forgiveness.
