The words screamed
But never spoken
In my head the words rush out
But my mouth ? Not a sound comes out
In my head the truth and anger remains
And everyday it strains and strains
Waiting till the day I break
Waiting until the day I scream
All these harsh words of honesty you never hear
Because aggression is what I fear
So my anger burns
But it burns cold
Like a fire that's sad and old
But one day you'll make me blow
Like Pompeii with hells untold
My words may tremble
But they fight against a storm of fear
A storm you never see or hear
That could extinguish my usual flames of anger
Storms so cold with fear that only an inferno of pure rage could endure
A constant battle inside of me
Because I am a girl of fire and ice
Do you dare see which side you ignite ?
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Poems written in a dark room
PoesíaSome poems I wrote about love , loss , abuse, depression and other shenanigans
