This red hot thing that boils my blood.
It can’t be humane,
No it surely can’t
For this feeling is all too familiar to me.
When my parents are fighting I feel it,
When I’m hurt.
What do I do to let my insanity out,
Sometimes I feel death can only soothe the fire in my veins.
But I lock it up,
Deep inside my head,
Where nothing can touch it.
For if I let it all out,
I think I might drown in it.

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