Anger in my soul

...it's me there's anger in my soul right now,
it burns like flaming torches, petrol at the ready.
You would know this, but you rarely see my words.
always so busy chatting with the birds.
There's anger in my soul right now that will not go away.
I scream inside my head, I cry within my heart...actually that's
a lie as we all know my heart is formed of solid ice
that thaws upon your touch only to freeze again as I catch sight,
but everything I try I am still swamped within the dark.
There's anger in my soul right now that demands I hit escape,
the devils is so very bored and screams I let him play.
He tells me as I search the skies, looking for the light,
ain't a single reason why I shouldn't go out without a fight.
He tells me hit destruct and watch the fires burn,
he tells me there is so very much from this that I can learn.
Give or be forsaken, lose will along the line
for no one truly see's you in this dull and dying light.
Scream from the roof tops your voice is just whisper,
shout from the trees, you are lost upon the breeze.
They do not see the thoughts that fall unto the page
and I ponder will they see, I've fallen from the stage.