Steam is arising from my heart,
but i know its only the start.
Hate pumps through my veins,
my pillow covered with tear stains.
Emotion is pouring over my mind,
I don't want to be kind!
Worry scratches in under your skin,
don't let her win.
Action crowds your thoughts,
attitude tied in knots.
Sanity threatens to leave,
control starts to seize.
Weight piles on her shoulders,
pain pushes her tears over the edge.
Rage shoots from her hair,
every thing to hard for her to bear.
Over the edge she's slipping,
old love is is causing tipping.
Nothing comes from her silenced lips
but the hate spirals for her finger tips.
Gasping for air above the pain
all she can feel is shame.
She Was Wrong.
