write it down. poems and stories.

inside the angered mind

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They see him.

But not the real him.

They see what he wants them to see.

So they see none of the pain in his eyes,

Caused by the fear of what his anger will cause.

The temper that courses under his skin.

So close to the surface.

Boiling.

Scratching.

Tearing.

And longing to break free.

But they don't see that.

He refuses to let show.

Let it show is the constant whisper in his ear.

It calls and beckons' him whenever his limits are push.

Be it dependence on what he can't provide.

Hardship he cannot protect them from.

A hope he can't nurture.

A flame he can't keep burning.

Or the rage he can't take out of his being.

But he hides it to where no one can tell.

He refuses help when he needs or wants it.

And gives help when he can.

Just to keep the frenzy out of his head.

He is losing his hold however small it was.

It used to be a mountain.

Now it is not even a pebble.

But still he never lets it show.

Even as it eats him from inside.

The real me has nothing left to be given or taken.

Not even his anger can take anymore.