This pure and unadulterated rage that fills my heart
pushes me to new extremes
new lows
I can survive most of the day peering at the world from behind my mask
but in this place,
my mask tumbles to the floor
I am depicted as angry, inconsiderate, and rude
while I no longer wear my mask,
this still isn't me
I am so full of passion, love, and hate:
You bring out the worst in me
You make me so mad that my blood boils,
my heart screams,
and I go blind;
I can't see your smirking face through my insane hate for you
I am attacked from all sides,
and yet it is still all my fault
You don't care about anyone's feelings,
that simply portrays you as the bastard you are
As much as I would find euphoric joy in harming you,
instead I have been asked to stay silent, disappear into the shadows and
put my mask back on.
 
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