If it was only me in this world
Nothing would be different
I'd still be lonely

If it was only me in this universe
I'd still be chasing things
That are just out of reach

You've broken your word,
so many times I've lost count.
Yet I'm still in love.
In love with a memory,
of the kind man I married.

Broken trust feels like,
a muscle I never use,
that's suddenly strained.

so much rage
and where does it go?

I hope I am aware
enough to know

I split it into pieces
like a prism

and then I sublimate it
like an exorcism

I do my war dance
and sing angry songs

my rage is not alone
if I sing along

I play like a warlord
and yell at the game

I get my revenge
and I give them the blame

always trying to pull
this venom from me

the dangerous monster
I'm afraid to be

the dangerous person
that I am
underneath

this soft façade
that hides my teeth

defenselessness
that I pretend

afraid I will
offend my friends

afraid to hurt
afraid of pain

afraid of my own face
that's all the rage