Why I write
There's fire in my throat
My anger is the kindling
My passion the logs
The feeling of injustice is within me
Words left unspoken too long
I can't say it out loud
It feels to wrong
So I douse the flames with water
Try to cool down
But the flames build higher
And I need to come around
So I write it all down
Every feeling
Every thought
Each and every word
I had left to rot
Spread on the page
Like wildfire
A burning blaze
I can't stop the words
They overpower me
They are everything I
Couldn't keep inside of me
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