Hands clenched tightly,
Heart poundly loudly,
All senses heightened.
I see her there,
She's ready to blow,
All the anger that has built up,
Has turned into this.
She's become the manifestation
Of anger turned to rage.
She wants to be let loose,
To destroy all in her path.
The more she's repressed,
The stronger she becomes,
The louder her howling rings.
Suddenly, I blink,
And find myself in front of the mirror.
I look deep at my reflection,
To see her burning fiery eyes
Have replaced my blue gray ones.
Frowning I whisper softly,
"Not yet, Rage. Not yet."
And in my mind, I hear her reply.
"No...not yet...but soon."
And the dark promise that is made
Taste like blood, smoke,
And the ozone before a violent storm.

So we were once friends
I knew you longer then her
But she comes along
She acts possessive as she should
But then she threatens me
And you don't seem to care
So naturally I retaliate,
Suddenly Im the bad guy.
You say "you don't know her"
Well she doesn't know me.
You choose her over me,
Someone who's known you
For so much longer.
You call me a btch,
And then block me on everything
Some friend you are,
Well ***** you too fcker!

You get upset, when I tell you I don't want kids.
You get upset when I tell you I'm planning for surgery.
You get upset when I plan to donate eggs to less fortunate parents.
Why do you get upset?
Its MY life that's changing, not yours.
Its My body, not yours.
Its MY choice, not yours.
So why do you feel the need to **** into my choices, when you don't know what I'm going through?
Just because I am a woman, does NOT mean it is my duty to bear children into this world, just because you say so.
Those who believe that a woman is for breeding and bearing children, I salute you with the *******.
Those who think I will be expected to have a job ONTOP of raising a child and picking up after a man, I salute the ******* to you.
I will not be a trophy wife.
I will not be a mother.
Because its MY life, MY body, MY choice. Not yours.
And if you think you have a say in what I can and can't do with my body?
Kindly *******, and get out of my life.
Its MY life, MY body, MY choice, not yours.
And I won't listen to you if you think otherwise.

I told you time and time again,
That I have to move on with life
It hurts like hell that I have to do this
But we both know it wasnt meant to be
We never were
But I wish we could be
It was never us
But I wish it could have
And though I love you
Though I wish I didnt
I have to keep moving forward
Though I wish I could stay
I wish you would move on
I wish you would forget about me
I wish we never said the word love
Because now the memory of you
Haunts my heart and mind.
Those nights forbidden
I wish never happened
Because now I wish for more
Though you and I
Were never supposed to be
But ****** all, I wish we were

Why do I still think of you
When I told myself it was over?
Why do I still miss you,
despite being in the arms of another?
Why do you still call
When I told you it wasn't meant to be
Why does my heart still ache
Even though I love someone else?
Is it because my heart still wants you
Though my mind is set on another?
Or is it just my body missing yours,
Wanting those nights between us once more?
Why do I still love you...
Even though I know I shouldnt?