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Jun 2020
I’m angry and it’s obvious, so don’t pretend that you can’t see,
I’m sick and tired of being the guy you made me pretend to be
So this is me and I’m furious, the rage I’ve kept inside,
Bottled up and locked away, it’s too red for me to hide.
This hatred that consumes me, it comes from way beneath
And if you cared you’d see the way I laugh through gritted teeth.
I cry out loud when I’m alone and brake things because I’m mad.
I curse your name and hurt myself and it’s not because I’m sad.
You talk with that self righteous tone, criticizing my mood.
You think I’m better than this, well I’m not because it feels so ******* good.
I love the way it burns through me too raw and wild to tame
I love the way it starts to seethe at the mention of your name.
So leave me to my deadly sin, I’ll pay for it in time.
For you have yours which I know not, but rage, rage is mine.
Written by
Akuffohene  17/M/Accra, Ghana
(17/M/Accra, Ghana)   
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