Rage
She pours salt into your wounds
As she screams provocative words into your ear.
Her aggression is like a madman’s fist
Throwing his punches deep inside your soul.
The tables she turns, the glass she shatters
As a crowd of unblinking eyes gather to watch.
She likes to entertain a famished crowd,
It gives her the attention she always deserved.
Liberation sweeps her vigorously off her feet as Rage
Feeds off your weakness
And finishes you off.

Rebel is her middle name.
Rage paints her path red in a generic
Black and white city.
Loneliness lingers around her, crawling inside her like
A poisonous venom.
Forever alone she stands, as society pushed her outside
To stand in the pouring rain.

Expressing her anger to violent skies,
She’s reminded of the old, painful memories
Dripping down,
As Rage leaves them on the ground,
Like puddles beneath her feet.

Love forgave her.
Jealously betrayed her.
Peace rebelled her.

She contemplated if she
Accepted love,
If she
Forgave peace,
Would life sort itself out?

But in reality,
Behind Rage is a girl who
Doesn’t want to be a tossed penny left on the side of the road, who
Doesn’t want to embody
A speechless woman stripped of her voice, who
Was someone left to pick up her pieces of patience one too many times.

So before you point fingers and call her a devil, ask yourself:
Have you ever wanted to Rage?