Eruption

My anger is mine, you can’t have it. I keep inside, deep inside a cavern. Buried deep down, until it rises to the surface. Somehow I know it erupts with a purpose. Try and control, the resentment and pain. For what good reason, hiding it in vain? If I let it out, where will it go? Too scared to face the unknown, you’ll never know. I hope you don’t have it, It feels like a disease. On my mind it wreaks havoc, the churning will never cease. So what is the answer? Pretend it’s not there? Or hope it goes away, my soul too scared to bare. So if I let it come out, Will I have peace one day? Or will I end up having more, disappointment and shame?