Emotional Terrorist

The rage is fueled inside me by the lies and agony you supply me. Like an illegal arms dealer supplying a terrorist with the means to bring down a peaceful happy village. The villains that harbor anguish in my heart make it hard to feel the warmth of my day to day life; life a knife dug into my guts. Outside I keep a tough exterior, but inside I deteriorate. All I have to hold me together is family, friends, kind words, and faith in something. My self, a god, something someone to help me make these insides look like their façade.