the anger waits in my bones
till i'm all alone
and it makes do things i don't wanna

or maybe i do
because of how much i hate you
but disguise to avoid all the drama

but deep down it waits
perpetually stagnantes
till i can't hold it in

the urge to cause pain
to watch it register on your face
and sweep across your skin

only a couple words
or maybe something worse
but look at what i'dve done

i don't need to be you
or turn myself into
the monster you want me to become