They say I bring a light
A brightness that shines through
Lighting up a room
Bright and bubbly.
They don’t see what simmers beneath
The light is not what they perceive
It is a fire
Burning hot and angry
They see the light they want to see
A light I allow them to see
Not the fierce flames
The pure hatred raging
It thrashes inside my soul
Burning deep in the marrow of my bones
Caging next from the inside
A prisoner of my own making
A fire burning in me
So strong and white hot
A hatred so pure
It slowly sizzling against my being
I burn and burn but never scream
I smile politely and laugh
Because all they see is the brightness
Not the source of the light.
About the Creator
LT
I just write what I feel. Sometimes it’s short. Sometimes it’s long. Sometimes it rhymes. Occasionally I write stories. But mostly poetry.
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