It burns
Like fire
It can destroy
It can make people hurt
I have little of it
But when it burns it
BURNS
You don't want my rage
It is hard to contain
Hard to control
You don't want to be near
when the rage appears.
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 7:09 PM UTC
It burns
Like fire
It can destroy
It can make people hurt
I have little of it
But when it burns it
BURNS
You don't want my rage
It is hard to contain
Hard to control
You don't want to be near
when the rage appears.
I felt this recently and felt like turning it into a Poem.
