The anger fills me up
The empty spaces are no longer empty
The missed parts are no longer empty
The broken pieces are no longer empty
As it fills me up I can feel everything in me changing
Changing in anger and hate
Yet I’m calm
Boiling and boiling and boiling
Can you give me something to cover this up?
Before I overcook
Ruin the stove
And we don’t want the stove ruined, now do we?
The lid is removed on purpose
But if you remove the lid
You have to understand that it gets messy
Who is going to clean up the mess?
It’s not me, as I am not me
03-09-2013 © 6shadesofbitter.