Inferno Of Anger

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I don't like walking past you like you don't exist.

I don't want to ignore you like a total bitch.

But can't you see that I have no choice?

To calm my anger, I must silence my voice.

My anger? What anger? Anger at who?

This inferno of anger burning bright for YOU.

You walked away and flat out gave up on me,

When you supposedly loved me as much as could be?

I know you lied to me those last few times

You said "I love you" just because there were tears in my eyes.

You lied to me so many times, preaching about "truth" and

Trying harder, loving more...things you said I couldn't do.

And for all your "Be close to God and go to Church and pray!",

You still lied to me about the reason you couldn't stay.

Then you left me behind and moved right a long.

Never once believing that maybe you were in the wrong.

You always were so damn proud and righteous.

This anger inside...I can no longer fight it.

Not when I look through you and see all your lies

That broke my heart and made me cry.

Now you're with a girl who's made a hypocrite of you.

What happened to preaching about your so-called truth?

And God and Church and trying SO hard?

Why did you put conditions on my love and bar my heart?

I didn't fill that slot in your heart for very long,

And even though I've stayed silent, you still say that I am wrong.

I love you. I hate you. I love you, but I think I hate you more.

You shattered my heart and left me laying alone, totally torn.

And though I do not show it, I AM broken inside.

Angry and hurt by your self righteous pride.

So, take your "truth" and go burn in hell.

You'll never hear my voice again and it's just as well.

You deserve nothing from me, not even a smile or two.

I'm done doing things just to try and keep you.

There's a big difference between me and her.

I'm smart enough to know you could never be my cure.

I'll leave you alone so you can bee with her for all the "right" reasons.

I know my pain will lessen with the changing of the seasons.

Next year December, someone may ask me about you.

But hopefully I'll have forgotten, and reply: "I'm sorry, but who?"

And that is where this inferno of anger will get me to.

A place of peace where I can forget all about you.

So I will keep walking past you like you don't exist.

I will ignore you and let you both call me a bitch.

And even if it may hurt, I will stick to my choice.

Ignoring those truthful angry words by silencing my voice.

So that bright red inferno of anger won't really burn anyone.

I'll keep it only as my fuel to finally move on and be done.