Anger
* * * *

Why do you always have a
Go at me?
You know that I can't take it
Or, acctually you don't

Your anger
Makes my adrenalin flow
Your accusations
Makes my anger grow
But still I hold it in
Frightened by what I may end up saying
Worried that I shall
End up dead

A battle unfolds
Deep within me
A loosing battle I might say
The urge to cut gets
Stronger by the minute
And all I wish is for you to
End your row

So I can at last
Release my anger
And pour the frustrations
Out of me