The rage inside me is growing.

So bitter, twisted, and all-knowing.

Do I hide it successfully? My heart says it's showing.

The rage inside me is growing.

The anger inside me is shining.

So bright, so dark, so blinding.

Like a spineless book, untamed,  no binding.

The anger inside me is shining.

The happiness in me is leaving.

These smiles are becoming quite decieving.

Like a bottomless vampire constantly feeding.

The happiness in me is leaving.

The pain inside me is fearless.

I ask for it to stop but what's a spoken request to the earless?

The heart is slowly tearing yet I remain tearless.

The pain inside me is fearless.

The rage inside me is growing.

So bitter, twisted, and all-knowing.

I pray to God that it isn't showing.

For the rage, inside of me, is growing.