seethe

 
sharpening my tools
inflicting damage as I go
so much pent up aggression
I can only release it to the aether

writing gives me an outlet
when I feel dark inside

you feel me?

so much rage it hurts
seething with feelings and nowhere to express them
I seek to understand the root of it all

until then I surge with venom
awaiting a casual passerby
then bite

still, my tongue burns
with words withheld
I need to let it go

heated feelings rise
I push them back
saying not here not now

my demons seethe
if not now

when?