I guess it\'s like a river flooding its banks
Or a fire burning through a forest
But how do you describe what’s always been there
You could almost say its an anger
But it\'s deeper, purer than anger
It has always been a part of me
Always there right under the surface
I guess I’ve gotten good at pretending
Because no one ever seems to see
How does everyone go on like normal
Oblivious to the din inside of me
Some days I am so sad
I feel as I could drown the world with my sorrow
Some days I am so angry
I wish to set everything on fire
Just to watch everything being pulled down by the flames
When you take a look around
How can you blame me for wanting the world to burn
How can anything ever be called beautiful
In a world so blackened by hate, grief
With tearstains running down cheeks
Is this the way it will always be?