Frustrated

This tame facade of mine
No longer suffice
Hiding under a collected grace
I am the coolest of Ice

I imagine my soul
Bursting out of me
A burning trajectory
A crack on my skull
And my skin melts
Until my flesh is exposed
Until muscles burn
Shattering my  bones

Prim and  proper and pure
That's what I am
But not all that I am
A part of me is screaming
And  feels  that an awakening
Is nearing

I'll feel the Fever burn, too
And Sway to another's music
And finally Do Right
Like Some Other Girls Do

I'll be singing and slinging blues
Do Strange, Twisted and Deranged things
With Monkeys used to the cold
And have a Shot at the Night with Killers

Who knows, maybe I'll scream
We're Not Gonna Take It
Like Joan does in my dreams

I feel like  bursting at the seams
And burning from within
And mad at cliches!
But what can I say?

Calm and cool and collected
Is no  longer enough
My sparks are rebelling  against me
I burn  white hot