Hate's unbearable burden

It seems to manifest within me

I am the epitome of anger

Like the rising roar of the bright red fire

Ominous and tainted

The product of divorce and depression

Yet people say I'm 'fine'

But I'm just a hallway; people love to walk all through me

What - am I fucking imaginary?

Because I'm quiet you think I don't see

They way you stare and laugh

So the emotions boil and my adrenaline rises

But I keep it all inside

The rage and rush all attainable

Yet I never reach for it

So I'll continue to hold

Hate's unbearable burden