Sometimes anger drips from me like melting wax
I’m not quite sure where it comes from
It makes me act in ways I don’t want to,
as if the fire has been lit beneath me
and I am running from it
But somehow it always catches up to me,
no matter how fast I run
or how well I hide
It never goes away
Even if I wish and beg on bended knee, as a sinner praying for salvation, that it would
Maybe I’m out of reach of this flame
burning within me
Yet it seems everyone's fire around me
burns just as bright
As though we’re trying to be the one with the brightest flame
As though this is a competition of who burns the strongest and destroys the most
Maybe someone has lit the fire within me
and I cannot control it
Or maybe, just possibly, I’m the one holding the match
Art: Unable to find
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