This anger it's burning inside of me,
No it cannot be reigned in,
It's rattled up on jealousy,
Mean jokes, offences, sin.
It's not going to go down well,
Oh it's firing up to go,
Such a shame that cloud in the sky,
Seems to be the first sign of snow.
The anger is something I can't control,
It just decides when it wants to blow,
Watch out now so run so fast,
This bomb is ready to blow.
This anger it's getting fiery,
Something nature can't contain,
At least in years to come,
Some people will remember my name.
It's building up in symmetry,
No one will be spared,
Right now I'm angry,
From your cruel words to your perfect hair.
The anger is something of hell,
Soon we'll always been gone,
Or someone good will reign supreme,
Maybe they'll detonate the bomb.
YOU ARE READING
I Don't Think You Know
PoetryThis poetry book is about friendships past and present (mainly past). You don't have to relate, but I hope you do. You don't have to like it, but I hope you do. Thank you for taking the time to read any of these poems, it means a lot to me.
