The Rising Anger
Where does it come from, And when it leaves, Where does it go,This rising anger, At everything I see, At everyone I love,
Feelings I never would have guessed, Turn into something more, And something less,
Twisting, Turning, Wrapping up unto it's self,
Burning, Churning, Acid in my chest,
How many times, Will I let it rule me,
How much can they take, Till they'll all leave me be,
Leave me alone with my anger, Alone with myself,
Alone with nothing left... But this rising anger...
At everything and nothing at all...
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