Anger

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Your teeth are gritting

You bite your tongue, seething

Words are held back, listening

Venom is about to burst but your heart knowing

Stops your heart from spitting

What you'll say next will make the other person be hurting...

So you hold back, still gritting

With every word, every sighing

Every control, dripping

Heart loudly pumping

Fastly

You try to amend everything

But words are listening

And venom is spreading

Control away is driving

You're in for the killing

You want to be screaming!

You want to be yelling and kicking and punching!

But you are kept remaining

To stay quiet, saying the necessary...

And with venom dripping

It's driving green everything

You've become hulk and you let a little venom from your throat be slipping

And here it's going

Anger with its venom, hurting and there's no retracing...

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