Is it frustration, anger, or stress?
My depression level went down
Anger took over.
I feel over heated
Like a furnace covered in gasoline.
In the nose
Out the mouth.
Sometimes out the mouth isn't the best.
He's taken over and I can't get him out.
My actions are my own
But he's the switch.
The button for self destruction.
My mind is deteriorating from the fire
Built up inside.
I am controlled
Both physically and mentally.
I need to break free.
I can't let him keep pulling switches.
Possessed by him
I'm still in control but he is the pulse...

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Pø3ms (Don't judge please)
PoetryMy personal poems. They don't rhyme, so sorry guys. This is just something for me to do for myself. Thank you :)