Fury
I feel like a monster has grown inside my brain
I need to let it out through horrible actions
I fear if I peacefully politely refrain
It shall remain a constant irking distraction
How shall I strike my gorgeous delicious revenge?
I feel passionate desire quicken my pulse
The need of rebellion makes my insides stench
This time I think I will cause even more repulse.
It is but an innocent little healing tool
A yoke latched on to me that I need to unbelt
Every passing moment gives my anger more fuel
I need this sick fury inside of me to melt.
This poem is about:
Me