Anger, antsy and aching.
It hurts to hold it in.
Boiling, bitter, breaking.
It try's tirelessly to reach out.
Careless, careening, no control
It takes a hold of me.
Deftly defying detention.
Seeping into my skin, it burns.
Endless, empty, emotionless?
Nay, they anger is there to stay.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 5:04 AM UTC
Anger, antsy and aching.
It hurts to hold it in.
Boiling, bitter, breaking.
It try's tirelessly to reach out.
Careless, careening, no control
It takes a hold of me.
Deftly defying detention.
Seeping into my skin, it burns.
Endless, empty, emotionless?
Nay, they anger is there to stay.
I'm not actually an angry person, but when words flow...
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