It ripples through me
Lights my nerves aflame
Stress and anxiety
Turn into anger and rage
I want to kill my fear
I want to control it all
I shout, scream, yell and jeer
I don’t want to be small
So I become a monster
I strangle, stab and drown
My rage is an imposter
And it brings me so far down
Yet I feel so high
I rule over my body
The thunder inside
The power is godly
Driven by revenge and corruption
I become too strong
A short second, a moment of abruption
My agony has gone on far too long
But now, I can finally see
The darkness no longer clouds my vision
My terror has stopped controlling me
And I am out of my prison
Fury and madness is my drug
As my hands are smothered in blood
But, even though I have screwed up
This pain, this hate, it feels so good
- Author: LP2187 ( Offline)
- Published: September 14th, 2024 02:47
- Comment from author about the poem: I have anger issues :) I want to kill someone even if they did the slightest thing to me. Even if I love them, it takes me a long time to realise that I do, and only then do I stop hating them. Why do I have so much hate? I thought I could control it. I was wrong, was I not?
- Category: Reflection
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