Bottled Up Pain

I try to make all of the pain poetic Try to ignore how I was abused by a prick So many ways So many days More times than I can mention I want to put down my chin Fall off like the leaves To the next life and reprieve This life’s karma How can I practice dharma With all this anger inside me I can’t take out, trying to fight me Because it’s in my head Sick of you but I can’t get you out, turning red