Anger.
I can feel it burning inside.
A dormant volcano
No one expects to blow.
Everything left unsaid,
Everything I hold back,
I can feel it
Just behind the mask of niceness.
I'm not stupid,
I don't let people walk all over me,
And I'm not really that quiet.
I just don't want to offend you.
So I bite my tongue,
Resiting the urge.
Everyone has an evil side,
Everyone chooses what they like to show.
I like to show
That I'm an unbeilveably nice person,
Someone who doesn't talk back,
An innocent kid but that's not who I am.
It's a part of me,
But not all.
I'm angry,
Angry at so much.
You don't see it but its there.
I choose to control it,
and if that means letting people walk all over me
Then so be it.
I repress it,
I'm afraid that one day,
I'm going to blow up at everyone for evrything I never said.