Inside

There is hatred within, in full flurry.
Resting no longer,
Becoming stronger,
Making me worry.
Relentless fury.

Any moment, it could release.
This abundance of anger,
Could cause all good to cease,
Existence within me.

The power is in my mind.
Omnipotent, yet manipulable.
By this string of despise,
Wipe away the kind,
Dead behind the eyes,
No one seems to realise,
These emotions, which traumatise,
Force my lies; everything is great,
Make love, not hate,
Like an itch you can’t scratch,
Made to irritate,
I am no match

For these, barraging attacks
On my,
Mental wellbeing but,
It’s all in your head.