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.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 6:10 PM UTC
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.
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