I’m lost in a world I refuse to call my own,
But still its worst attributes define me.

The anger I once loathed, has become my only release,
The single excuse which I cling to for refuge.

I throw my shield up against even the peace seekers,
Those offering a friendly hand are among the ones likely to get burned.

I wish only to accept them, smiling and appreciating their words.
But instead I simply acknowledge them, knowing that within me the anger still burns.

-Marie
08/05/2006