From Anger To Hate
The Anger that burns inside creates a Hatered that cant be spoken with words.
As a voice deep within screams to be heard, my only choice is to remain silent.
For the burden that weighs down my inter-being, is forcing me to cause a scar upon my skin.
A scar that continues to bleed without cause, that starts to take its effects.
As I remain to feel no sense of direction or no calm to relieve my thoughts, I dont think i can live on anymore. For this pure hatered wont stop its rampage. It rages inside my mind, and the laughing crowd wont stop their torment.
They all come to see the headless being, throwing rocks and stones to keep me cast aside.
So I have no other option but to write my contented thoughts away to bring SOME sort of well being.
But is this truly my only answer?
No one will help me succeed or help bury my dead within the sand.
But one day...one day they will see the man with so much pure hatered rise above the ashes and scar those that have been scratching me for so long. Then I, myself will have the last laugh to prove their case wrong. Just to have a final grin upon my face will bring this world all the content its been asking for...
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