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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