I want to take this rage
Put it on a page
But in this stage
My hand is caged.
It weakens my fin
Keeping it all in
There’s no friend or kin
At my worst sins.
It takes forever to calm down
A burst of tears covered with a frown
But I wear the bold crown
I can’t break down. I can’t break down.
With a smile I facade
After a few hours of charade
A memory yet not fades
Of rage they made.
After a few times failed
This is what I attained
A rage poem disdained
To control, a struggle pained.
Scripts Of My Heart 