Rage’s head

Seething anger armed with unfair
Words; falling upon me like fists
Aimed at that which I dare not see
I am done with this
Red and burning heat
Firing upon my face and hands
Until truth can no longer be seen
I’ve not felt this rage for so long
Thought maybe it was gone
But here you stand, raised voices again
And nothing left of me

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