I could sense it rise almighty high
I could not ignore the beast which dwells inside
I watched as the drama unfurled
As it charged out from my sight
Blinded with rage
I could not restrain
The words which drove a stake
Its insatiable appetite, preying on my endurance
My efforts all a futile resistance
My contorted mask of furious
Would bring a sway of their opinions
But it was not desultory
I felt my triumphs of victory
It was temporary
As I could not rid myself of the anxiety
I just want to remain as the perfect nice girl they thought me to be
Everything could have been an averted memory
Intense, we all have the rage inside but its difficult to explain it always which u did thats beautifull...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You describe a picture of anger and strong emotion well, I think it is easy to relate to this poem. Thank you, I am not alone. Best wishes, AA Gordon