They say it's not good to bottle up anger,
But what if I have no choice?
What if no one lets me get out the fire burning up inside?
I try to let it out with diaries and silent words,
But they are only a temporary cure,
'Cause the only way to let anger out is to say it all in words.
So maybe I have to scream and shout,
At the one who I'm angry at,
But if they won't let me,
What else can I do?
Perhaps we could could talk it out.
But if they don't want me to talk,
And they don't want me to shout,
What will I do after that?
There is one easy answer,
That seems possible to me,
Is to extend my bottle inside.
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Author:
Eeva (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: June 14th, 2016 12:35
- Category: Reflection
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