yolandey breedt

(1987/05/04 / south africa)

fire of anger


Deep inside of me a fire of anger burns
This fire of anger yearns

This fire of anger is my shield
It’s become my daily need

It’s making my heart and soul bleed
This fire of anger has taken over all of me

It’s slowly becoming my desire
Keeping my mind burning like fire

It’s that voice inside me that just wants to scream
This fire of anger is haunting my every dream

It’s like a deep secret hidden, unknown one I can’t seem to find
Making all I once felt, trusted and loved slowly fade away

Submitted: Friday, June 07, 2013
Edited: Monday, February 24, 2014

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i wrote this to express what i felt iside me when people played me for the fool

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