Anger Seething

On the precipice
Anger seething
Want to jump
With fists flying

Sick of me
Laying down
Sitting back
Taking all the shit

Need to scream
Hit something
Let out the pressure
That’s building inside

Too many doubts
Picking my bones
Have listened too long
To their whispers

I am better than that
Knees sore from kneeling
Fuck what you think
Had enough of being meek

 
Standing on these two feet
Is something
I’ve not done for a while
You won’t like me turning the other cheek

Now if you see me passing
Better duck
I may let loose
At any moment

Fuck your feelings
Your pitiful lives
You have tried to pour the misery
Into my well

Won’t be drinking from it
Leave your poison
These lips are finished
The spit you’ve given