Somedays,
I wonder how do you go back
to being strangers with someone
who has seen your soul?
How do you go back to being strangers
with someone who used to spend every moment
of everyday with?
But seeing you,
answered all my questions.

Her demons,
wiped away her fear
as they made her fall in love with them
and dance with them
when the only comfort in her
loneliness was them.

I didn't realize,
how easily I believed you
and let you break me.

You convinced me,
my beauty was ugly,
my strengths were my weakness,
my pride was my shame
and that I was inferior.

You made me believe,
a reality which was hurting me,
and I accepted what you made
me believe.

When she is hurt,
her anger acts as her defence.

Her pain dissolves into fear,
her hurt dissolves into anger
and bitterness seeps through cracks
in her clenched fists
as she expels her anger
upon others.

She is hurting,
her anger swells
as she dwells
even when she knows
she should not,
but oh well.

Regret is what follows,
after pain is swallowed -
the consequences of her action.

She wants someone to listen,
yet does not tell anyone.
She wants to be helped,
but accepts no one's hand.

Dear anger,
my blood boils
my heart screams
as you make my rage active
and pain passive.

Dear anger,
you put me in danger
for you make me a stranger.
You need to get a grip,
because you make me flip.

Dear anger,
you make everything look so flammable.
Luring me to set my problems on fire.

Pain, insecurities and fears,
I burn it as fuel
to rage you.

I want to believe
that I am still sweet inside,
eventhough I am sad and tired.

But you make me believe
I am someone who inflicts pain,
is cold hearted and fake -
for she is unknown to me.

She stared with blazing fiery eyes
teeth sharper than blade itself
words sinking far more into the flesh,
piercing the heart.

How surprising
for those same eyes were once soft,
affectionate, compassionate and innocent.
Those teeth used to pull into a content smile,
words ever so gentle and kind
exist no more.