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Dec 2014
What's that they're calling me?

Monster?

Freak?

Yes, I am
I accept it
More than ever now.
More than ever before.

Monster?

Freak?

My anger is not a poison.
It is my fuel
To go and kick back at life,
When life pushes me down.

My anger is not poison,
It is fuel.

To claw and kick and rage forward
Because I know
If I stop
I die

My anger is not poison,
It is my fuel

Whoever says that anger makes you evil
Or Anger makes you dark.
Then I guess
I'm the villain in this story

My anger isn't poison,
It is my fuel.

Like a great steam train,
A fire lies inside me.
Burning like Hell itself
To keep me going.

Because if I stop
Even once
I die
ConfusedPoet
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ConfusedPoet  Kutztown, PA
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