Anger,
An over exxagarating under achiever,
Speaks to me.
Pulling me deep in myself.
Taking seat next to me.
Closing the blanket of skin around me.
The silence gets louder.
Hiding from my own worst intentions.
Wait it out,
He'll calm down.
His face flush with a smile;
A grin so malice.
Don't let him get stronger,
Doing his best to make it worse.
The rage is fading.
What happened?
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 6:50 PM UTC
Anger,
An over exxagarating under achiever,
Speaks to me.
Pulling me deep in myself.
Taking seat next to me.
Closing the blanket of skin around me.
The silence gets louder.
Hiding from my own worst intentions.
Wait it out,
He'll calm down.
His face flush with a smile;
A grin so malice.
Don't let him get stronger,
Doing his best to make it worse.
The rage is fading.
What happened?
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