My anger, it consumes me.
It makes me lash out.
My anger, it drains me
Like a land in a drought.
Anger raises my voice
And I shake the ground.
Anger strains my voice
Until it can't be found.
This Anger shakes my soul.
I just want to cry my eyes dry.
Anger infiltrates my soul,
And I want them all to die.
They look at me
Like I'm a beast.
This anger IS me
I think, at least.
Just leave me alone
If you fear my wrath.
I'd rather be all alone
So get out of my path...
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A Road of Poetry
PoetryI write the words from my mind as a road of poetry and life moves forward...
