Anger Poem by Athena King

I want to hit something.
I want to tear somethingapart.
I want to. spit. words. of. acid. That melt all those that oppose my not-so-righteous fury.
I want to run and run and run and run and run and run and run and run and run and run until my iron will is worn to nothing and the world beneath me dissolves from the friction.
I want to let out my flames and fury in a way that (matters)(doesn't matter)(means nothing)(changes everything) .
I want to bleed myself dry so that I am nothing but a hard stone and can be used to crush the deserving few that so deserve it.
I have only words but no bravery.
I have sound and fury but I signify nothing.
I am but a child without a childhood who is beyond my years.
I have anger but no outlet.
I spill over into tears.
It is only a tantrum in the eyes of others.