Paper Cages
When I feel like I'm about to combust
When red is all I can see
When I'm accosted by a feeling of mistrust
Like everyone around me
Should just...
Words form like arrows ready to fly through the air
It's why I keep my bow unstrung
So they stick, just there
At the tip of my tongue
Weighed down by things I'll not bring to bare
I aim them at the page
The only way to free my thoughts
My own directed rage
Ideas safely caught
Held in a paper cage
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