Anger like a clenched fist,
Sky filling with red mist,
Venom spitting from your mouth,
Hate in your eyes,
Furious fire vents from within,
Give up now I can never win,
Rage builds up in your chest,
This is the acid test,
Time to leave time to get out,
Before you scream before you shout,
To late the worm has turned,
Already scalded, already burned,
Who is it today Dr Jekyll or Mrs Hyde?
I fall at the feet of foolish pride,
Cannot run and I cannot hide,
To get away from this hurt inside.
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