Anger
It feels like a rock has replaced my stomach
And my hands have clenched into fists
I’m as hot as the inside of an oven
Yet my eyes are as cold as frost
My mind is going blank and unable to think
I don’t know what I feel or what’s wrong
It’s like I’m going in circles around an ice rink
And I’m going to break the more I skate on
That’s it!
I can’t take it!
Screaming and shouting
Like a hose that keeps on spouting
Everyone looks at me like I’m crazy
Maybe instead of playing hockey and being lazy
Last night I should’ve studied
I also might have over-reacted
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