i liked me better
when i was with you

Anger - a neverending
Epoxy of clashes and
Fueled efforts of disruption.
Anger - making itself known
From the deep abyss of
My core, my soul.
Beridden with woes,
Mournful sorts.
A secret to be
Concealed or not.
Anger - emerges in
Hellish tranquillity
Formed by the solid
Of lip - God-given.
Cursed upon the skin,
Trapped in enlocked fists,
Marking its territory;
Evidence of exposure.
Inflicting own life
To another, seeping into........

Sometimes
I wonder
Why my body
Includes itself
In the collection
On this earth.
Feel like an
Extra, not
Meant to be
Here;
On a mission.
What is the
Mission?
What is the
Purpose of the
Extra?
You tell me.

Why does
Nobody
Understand?
Wait,
I know.
You are
Not
Me.
You were
Not
Formed
With the
Synopses
Of my
Heart,
Mind,
Soul.
You will
Never
Understand.
You will
Only
Push,
Pull,
Bitter,
Anger,
Control,
Seclude,
Dictate,
R­estrain
Me.
Or try
To.
Ha.
But I
Will
Fight,
Fly,
Free,
Flood,
Bleed,
Dream,
Hope,
Cherish,
Smar­t-***,
Humour,
Play,
Courage.
I will
Be
Me.

you ******* played me
ruined me
and still i came back
still i'm falling
too hard
too fast
too deep
god help me