Of me

My anger I stop 
But it don’t reduce its top 
My love I don’t express 
But it reduces my depress 
My hunger I try not to feel it 
But it don’t reduce it tight steel 
My thought I don’t find 
But still it increases tension in mind 
These are my mine 
And they are not to shine 
Yet 
In my whole life 
These are my emotional mischief 
My mind and heart in 
But not been. 
They do not go 
No credits in my logo 
For that I become so slow 
But my anger makes me blow 
Till to hurt self 
And I think, are some good in my shelf 
As some friends 
Who would make me never go to end.