My heart beats so fast it makes me dizzy
I feel my pulse in every inch of my body
Ears, toes; even my teeth pulsate
My hands lock into fists
I feel my nails rip the skin of my palms
The tension builds and envelops me.
Why do I feel this - what I can't control?
Is this rage? Is this love?
I don't know.
The feeling swells deep within me,
But no words can explain it adequately.
It is passion, but for what?
I want to SMASH!
I want to be embraced.
I want…I want…I want!
Words - my friends - mean nothing
This feeling so clear within me,
Is so foreign outside of me.
The only comparison I can make
Is with a fictional creature
Wanting to do good - destined for destruction
However, I am not green, tall, and strong
I am pale, average, and weak.
When I punch things I bleed.
There is no way of containment
There is no natural source
It just is
I AM HULK!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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