No Way Out

by, Cassandra

Some will cut, some will smoke, and some will drink.
Others yell or scream it out.
I wish I could, harsh as it seems, but if I cut, it'll hurt too much.
If I smoke or drink, I'll only end up resenting myself.
And I'm not brave enough to make a scene.
So all this anger sits inside, untapped and unrefined.
And I don't know how to let it out, so for now...
there's no way out.