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

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