Trying not to get mad
Biting my tounge
Choosing my words wisely
Not knowing where to begin
Taking deep breaths
Holding the rage withend
Not having a outlet
Is slowly worrying me
Holding my feelings withend
Is deeply burying me
My insides are panicing
Treading to the surface
On the outside Im smiling
Like everthing is perfect
As the aggression
And rage grow
Smiles turn to frowns
Warmth gets cold
No longer biting
My tounge
As my words get bold
Trying to keep
A level head
As a argument unfolds
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