A ball of flames
Of anger, of rage
Growing inside me every day
And every once in a while i put it away.
But it comes back again
Stronger
And stronger
And stronger.
They always ask me why I bite my fingernails
It's because of the rage within
And they always say that patience prevails
But I'm tired of holding it in.
Don't mistake this for a cry for help
Because I never lose hope
I'm just afraid that one day I will lose control
And all I shall do is explode.
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The Good and The Bad: a Poetry Collection
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