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Just trying to express my state of mind when I'm mad
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What has the world come to my friends? That we bicker and fight this way. The rage never subsiding words to assuage it not succeeding at all I've heard it called a simmering pot just below the skin But that's not how I am It's mare like a cold sheet, all transparent and leaden that goes down over my ever restless heart My mind screming out LET ME GO I want to engulf myself in that cold disperse the warmth that threatens to turn my thought irrationally My heart feeling that this shield this long worn, much used shield will give me the calm I have been searching for I will play the long version the counselor who got hooked cause no one counseled her I'll draw the poison from your wound and put it into mine just to see what it feels like to be you only to be brought to my knees laughing hysterically while sobbing in pain at this mockery of sorrow For if my shadows are a meager imitation yours are so much less than that And the anger comes again with that dear, dear hot-headedness that grows with my attempts to hold it back then the next step in this vicious circle coldness, harsh coldness that stops my emotions dead And if you would cease your rambling give me peace for a moment perhaps I could release myself from this Purgatory where I let myself be consumed by this anger that is made in part by grief |