Anger

This boiling blood, curdling inside me with every thing that angers me so close to eruption so close to destruction, I maintain my cool but this world is so cruel and merciless
 

Doesn't mean I have to be so, you see I keep my anger bottled inside this anger is disguised in little misschiefs, it's the way I cry out for help.

Silenced by the blind eyes or ignoring mindsets, of others, it doesn't get heard

And that's what hurts the most there's, a storm at the coast waiting to wash everything aside 

And that's when people will feel my wrath and pain sweet relief is what I crave but for now I sedate my urges with Gaming, Smoking and socializing, altough the last one I require a porcelain mask 

On the surface of my face, that people somehow can't imagine for how long it will stay crumbling before it just decays so for now I will count my days along with the stars

While clenching onto my heart that is only held together and working by my own gripping fingers.