Anger

Vengeful thoughts scorch my mind
Tear at my flesh
I'm trapped inside
No where to hide

The agony of it all,
I'm afraid I will fall
I have no one to call,

The torture rages on
Though I wish for it to be gone,
Pain inflicts my soul.

I am a child crying out
No one hears me shout
My cries fall on deaf ears.

The battle within
Is enough to kill 20 men,
But I endure where most would surely die.

Not letting any get to close to see the me I have become
As I am hated by lots and only truly loved by some.

© Joyce Gage