It feels like fear, it feels like fire,
Like pressure building, climbing higher.
It’s silence breaking into screams,
It’s shattered glass inside my dreams.

It’s every “no” I had to swallow,
Every fake smile I had to follow.
It’s being told “you’re just too much,”
Then wondering why I never trust.

It’s fight or flight with nowhere to run,
A war inside that’s never done.
It’s crying in the shower stall,
And praying that no one hears at all.

It feels like lightning in my veins,
Like thunder dressed up as my name.
It’s fury dressed in Sunday best—
A heart too loud to let me rest.

It’s when the tears have turned to heat,
When breaking down starts to repeat.
It’s shaking hands and biting tongue,
It’s all the songs I left unsung.

It’s childhood screams in grown-up skin,
A beast I keep locked deep within.
It’s not just pain—it’s pain denied,
It’s every time I should've cried.

It’s wanting peace but needing war,
It’s kicking down a bolted door.
It’s loving deep but hurting more,
A tidal wave inside my core.

Don't tell me “Breathe," don't say "relax,"
When all I've ever known are cracks.
This rage, it isn’t just a phase—
It’s how I’ve learned to walk through blaze.

Rage isn’t evil.
It’s grief with nowhere to go.
It’s love that’s been left in the cold.
It’s fear that grew teeth.
It’s me,
trying not to disappear.