Walking on needles...

Need to burn the house down 
just to find a corner where I'm alone 
bring it all down like a house of dominoes 
ugliness in the faces of crowds
looking right left at the melee 
when you should be looking into me 

always in a room full of strangers 
invisible red mist making me anxious 
two devils beating in my chest 
who is forsaken who's the best 

all I want is to get through the night 
burn of the bottle to muddy my plight 
the stress of anger on my brain 
only to be quietened through pain 
pistol grip of hatred deep in my marrow 
urge to surrender notion of tomorrow 

this is rage's cul-de-sac
time offers no wisdom to turn back
othering of myself till the break of dawn 
abandoning the consequence of seeds sown
everywhere I see arrogance of ignorance 
society's pathetic slow dance
tired...
I am tired. 

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