Words of steaming ash,
A glare like molten lava,
Your anger is like a volcano,
Erupting over and over again,
Throwing your cinders on me.
Damn this,
This endless guilt.
The inferiority.
The pain.
The sadness.
The anger.
You say I�m just not good enough.
I sit back a take it.
Or I yell; I scream
I cry.
I cry so often.
But it never changes.
And the volcano never sleeps.
I can only hold the weight
For so long
Before the rock hits me,
Throws me down
And I�m buried in the ash
Breathless
Make it stop.
Make the volcano become dormant.
I know now
Escape is the only possibility.
Now I run.
When your anger dies,
I might return.
Until then,
I won�t be hurt
By you.
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