So angry, I could just set myself on fire,
Tired of tasting bloods poison on my mouth.
I shoot threats like a viper,
Sometimes I don't realize what or when it's coming out.
Like a terror thriving uncalm,
My credibility is flawed.
I run, I fight, I hide but can't rid of the feelings inside.
I escape, I fly, I get lost but can't stop myself from killing myself.
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Poetry“I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.” ― Oscar Wilde
