The silent screams of hollow children

Fighting problems

I'm not okay
But everyone
Seems to think I am
I'm sick
Of it being so easy
To lie
With a small smile
And force a sparkle
Into your eyes
I'm sick of
People not seeing
That inside
I'm dying
But I'm stronger than they see
People say I've got anger issues
But if they knew the half of it
How many fights I wanna start
Just for the adrenaline
I'm sick of people saying
That my anger
Is nothing
The fact that I wish
I could just go over and punch
A kid in the face
With no reasoning
Is not nothing
It scares me
I don't want
To be that person
But I am
I'm the one
Who wants to fight
Who loves the
Pain of when someone finally
Gets a good hit at me
And it feels like I'm not so numb
Anymore
I don't have anger issues
That's such a simplistic
Way of saying it
I would call it
A bunch of pent up fucking rage
Because I'm a girl and girls
Aren't supposed to be
Fiery with rage
We're supposed to be happy
There's no
Healthy way
For me to rage out
It's either a fight
Or it becomes to much
And I break something
I always regret it though
The blood I see dripping
Down their faces
Because I've torn their skin
With my sharp rings
I can't get enough
I've come to love the taste of blood
The metallic iron flavor
That comes when ever
Someone get a good
Hit at my jaw
I don't have anger issues
I have fighting problems