The anger boils in me,
I'm being pushed,
My flame burns hotter,
My passion driven.
If it was known,
They'd leave me alone,
To combust on my own,
By myself.
I want to hurt someone,
To see them metaphorically bleed,
To cut them with my tongue,
See their proverbial head on a pike.
Soon the anger will leave,
The loneliness well set in,
The tears will come,
And alone I will be.
So no I will not feed this demon,
This gut wrenching twisting,
For it isn't mine to feed,
I'm am free of it.
