Rage
The compulsion is strong,
the gut is full of fierce fire,
burning to be free.
I wonder what this Rage could be?
It follows,
down the long shadowed hallway of life.
My life,
not yours.
This is my life,
you have made it yours.
Robbed me of my childhood,
raised me to feel…
Rage
Now with my freedom,
you plot to enslave me,
prod me,
Haze me.
You’ve just set my Rage free.