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Everything's gone abrupt. This


Everything's gone abrupt. This world's a hell that won't erupt. I get angry enough to change the light, but that light is what guides me through the night. I wish to be let out of these prison bars, just so I can see the stars. They got away from something ill-fitting, why must I do all this bidding? I've become a person of danger, to everything; all human nature. But a danger to myself the most, they can't relieve that with a straight coat. My head is unmannered, my thoughts are of tattered. My tounge loves the feeling of fire and my words pierce with desire; to change what I don't like, that's when my tounge will strike, Full is it with fierce emotion,doubting the world with all it's devotion. Never believing good change will come, I put out the fire that's on my tounge. Tiptoe over broken hearts, hold my breath when the crying starts. But inside my belly is full of rage, I have become my own cage. But my head thumps louder, for keeping it in i should be prouder. Yet, what about my feelings; I'm hurting, too. I suppose I don't matter as much as you.

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