Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

I am made of laughter, of light, of days
Where joy is easy, soft and sweet.
But deep inside, a fire sways,
A storm I fight, a heat I meet.


I do not wear this rage with pride,
It creeps, it claws, it fills my chest.
Her words, like sparks, too quick, too wide,
And suddenly, I'm not my best.


I hate this beast, this ugly face,
It twists my heart, it clouds my mind.
I try to hold it, slow its pace,
But anger leaves me lost, confined.


I wish she'd see, I wish she'd know
The weight of flames that burn inside,
The struggle not to let it show,
The war I wage, the tears I hide.


Yet still she speaks, and still it grows,
A flicker turned to roaring tides.
I bite my tongue, the silence knows
How much I hurt, how much I slide.


Oh, love, don't pull me down this road,
Don't feed the fire I long to tame.
I only want my joy to hold,
Not live inside this burning flame.