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All focus is gone
The anger has me now
Holding tight to my chest
It burns a mark few see
My outside remains calm
While my insides turn to ash
My face remains placid
And strife turns in my gut
Glass shards inbeded in the soles of my feet
I walk painfully with every step
I try to pretend nothing is wrong
I’ve no outlet
It will not be released
It cannot be released
There is no constructive use of the force in me
No expectable behavior in the rage
How could there be with feelings of violence?
A punching fist, a storm of cursing
Wouldn’t that be pretty?
Maybe the latter
FUCKING, SHIT, BITCH, ASSHOLE!
Nothing
Still the red sits in my view
Blocking my vision
Waiting for a true release
Something that willn’t happen
The anger has me now
Holding tight to my chest
It burns a mark few see
My outside remains calm
While my insides turn to ash
My face remains placid
And strife turns in my gut
Glass shards inbeded in the soles of my feet
I walk painfully with every step
I try to pretend nothing is wrong
I’ve no outlet
It will not be released
It cannot be released
There is no constructive use of the force in me
No expectable behavior in the rage
How could there be with feelings of violence?
A punching fist, a storm of cursing
Wouldn’t that be pretty?
Maybe the latter
FUCKING, SHIT, BITCH, ASSHOLE!
Nothing
Still the red sits in my view
Blocking my vision
Waiting for a true release
Something that willn’t happen