Poetry 1.3

Hidden rage

It simmers and boils in your chest,
Ravaged in the head thrown into inferno.
Take a deep breath
Smother it to cinders
Until another log is added to the pyre
Again and again.
Don’t claim what can’t be seen
Lies blacken your tongue, eyes rolling
Hm yeah ok
Backbones lacking
Bubbles at the surpressed anger
Secret tongues bitten back
Voices whisper imaginary problems
Two-faced agenda discovered
Weakness plays soft avoidance tactics
Advantages taken, I can’t watch anymore
You’ll never know how truly angry I feel.