you ask why you scream and wake
up from dreams that are not of the kind you
like
you ask what is this that you've lost
the bliss that you once derived from life
i
know the answer
you ask why the heck do we
feel like wrecks
we walk around like hollow
shapes
you've come to ask yourself "why do
we raise this hell
why do i feel like i was
raped"
i know the answer
it is anger
that is burning you
it is burning you
it burns