The lightning within
The containment growing thin
The fire building inside
Becoming difficult for you to hide
A storm of emotion brewing
For a long time it's been stewing
Not feeling blue, but seeing red
Unable to think clearly in your head
A sin, an evil act of Satan
You fell, trapped, in an inescapable bin
Feeling as if a fire burns in your eyes
An emotion that not easily dies
Like a bull sharp at the the horn
Your logic slightly torn
A creature not easily kept in a cage
With you everywhere, your own little rage

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