If anger was a person It would be me Ranting and raving Like a lunatic imprisoned Spitting at the walls As if it’d make a difference Anything to feel less than impotent Yet all the sound and fury Signifying nothing Other than a shadow On the cave wall Unable to face the world As it is without the rage Where it is all hostile Preventing the touch That would soften The harshness of the cage Built as protection That creates nothing But frustration for what I’ve done
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I read that a couple times. Very good.
Hopefully you weren’t re-reading it because it wasn’t clear 😉thank you!