Rage

Anger burns me to my core, Blistering every happy part of me left. The only thing I know of now is hatred, anger, and Revenge. It claws at me from the inside, Making me scream out, but that makes it worse. Every thought I have now is of murder, Of killing anyone who wrongs me. My old self, she has been caged and Is rotting away somewhere deep inside of me, Somewhere I can never find. She is crying out for someone, something, to Free her, but no one listens. Soon there will be nothing left of her, Soon she will not exist. She is barely there now. I cry out for someone to stop the madness, but that Just pushes them away. So I stay silent, angering Everyone around me. I hate them. I hate all of them. I want them to die. I can't make it stop. They are always there, the thoughts, and I Let them take me over. There is nothing left of what I used to be, and I am gong insane over it. But, I guess things always turn out the way They're supposes to be, don't they? So maybe I was doomed from the start.