Anger boils over the surface but words remain unseen for truth,
Eyes stay composed though a heart rages with an angry fire,
Seized with force by a demon of the moment in an unrelenting grip,
Footsteps sound unheard as paces bring nearer the subjects,
A jaw set but composed and tired of gripping long-term scorn,
A small and unexpected slap in the face brings light to a stewing anger,
Now boiling over to the surface so that tension breaks with a gasp,
The demon releases its hold and though not any emotion shows,
The one freed is taken aback wondering at their own bloodied hands,
At the faces surrounding in startled dismay and frowns at bay,
The freed one dashes to cry sorrows of a demon unseen, and never known.
Now free, tears stain bloodied hands, forever haunted by guilt and trapped
in sorrow, demons' work now done.
 
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