Anger (FT. Abby)

Sitting silent

Sitting still

I keep my mouth shut

Until

Their words seep in

Through my pores

And through my skin

More and more

I feel a fire

In my soul

They're about to

Pay the toll

Seeing red

But still silent

Bottle it up

Until I get violent

At that point

It's already done

The anger

Has already won.