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I feel my hatred

Turn my eyes blood

Red

I feel the heat

From my heated

Anger

I feel my finger nails

Dig deep into my palms

Almost to draw

Blood

I see only the color

Red

I feel the fire

And pain

At any moment

Waiting to lash out

On the next person

Who comes at me

I feel the heat

Bubble closer

To the surface

I try to hide it

But my eyes are 

Red

My hands are in fists

My fingernails

Drawing blood from

My hatred filled

Palms

My eyes are 

Red

I am filled with

Anger

and

Pain

I don't want

Anyone to feel my

Anger

So leave me alone

Till my eyes turn

Brown again

And I'm calm