My anger comes
In the form of tears.
I control myself
But the tremors take over.
My anger comes
In the form of silence.
I control myself
But my thoughts run wild.
My anger comes
In the form of weakness.
I control myself
But they don't know that.
My anger comes
In the form of control.
Because I know
The havoc I could wreak.
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 5:41 PM UTC
My anger comes
In the form of tears.
I control myself
But the tremors take over.
My anger comes
In the form of silence.
I control myself
But my thoughts run wild.
My anger comes
In the form of weakness.
I control myself
But they don't know that.
My anger comes
In the form of control.
Because I know
The havoc I could wreak.
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