The Lighter
The rage sets in
It pools in my stomach
My hands itch to break something
My chest is tight
My eyes burn with tears
I don’t know why
The smoke of hate hazes my mind
It suffocates my heart
The searing in my lungs reminds me that I’m still here
Why won’t my anger disappear?
It bubbles and steams
But stays within.
More like a lit fuse than a simple flame
Burn it all to the ground, destroy it all;
That’s what that voice in my mind says
But I deserve the hate, the pain
The way it scalds my insides