(just a poem I wrote a few years ago)
They say that anger is white hot.
My anger is cold.
I shake, freezing with emotion
Good girls don’t scream.
Nice girls don’t complain.
People will love you if you turn inside out,
If you bleed for them with a smile.
Can anger eat you alive?
I push it down.
I won’t give it release.
It will not conquer me.
I will be a good girl, a nice girl
I WILL bleed with a smile.
Never show weakness.
I hurts too much when no one cares.