Anger, anger, so much anger,
It boils up inside,
Your face turns red with so much rage,
Good feelings set aside.
Fury, fury, so much fury,
True feelings up for show,
They bubble up onto the surface,
No place left for them to go.
You clench your fists and dig your nails,
Enraged by what you see,
Thoughts of love are whisked away,
And become an absentee.
You grip your hair and pull free clumps,
Not believing what you hear,
Your eyes grow dark as fury starts,
Controlled by a puppeteer.
A wall of red drips on down,
Blurring sights in your path,
Mindless actions take control,
Unleashing all your pent up wrath.
One small spark is all it takes,
For all your anger to conform,
Boil and bubble 'til it spills,
And flow on out into a storm.
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