Amy is an avid writer and a travel junkie and lifelong expat. She writes on topics from literature, to dating to sex. She has an MA in Eng.
Rage
The rage seems to always be there
It never leaves my soul
My heart begins to pound
My body feels the toll
My head fills up with stress abound
and
the voices
start overlaying each other
a madman’s song begins to glee
over and over
if only they knew what I was thinking from time to time
the rage that boils just underneath
the horrific thoughts that race through my mind.
I am a calm person I tell myself,
This isn’t happening to me
And yet the mirror betrays what I see
Inside me pictures of desired violence
Continue to haunt seeking fulfillment
Its not me, it doesn’t make any sense.
All my life I have felt betrayed and alone
The choices I have made and paths chosen
Seem like an echo of hollow moans
The intensity builds
I feel my blood rising
I can’t control it…
And I can’t stop it.
And yet…
I do not wish to act on it.
For now, I will continue to wear the façade,
and try to live a more bit.
I am so ashamed of the phoniness I portray
Sadly,
It is my only salvation for the everyday.
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