You think you know anger
But your anger is merely child’s play
A tantrum to get your way
You’ve never had to hold your tongue
Keep your composure and let the beast fester
Hold the screams inside until suddenly it all
Finally stops and I’m marinating in quiet disdain
Fan the fires until it goes cold
But what do I know of anger?
I’m just another frigid bitch
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