Inside my chest, The Rage burns Strongly.
With every test, The Cage shrinks quickly.
When lifes a mess, The locks are shotty.
While at my Best, The Cage seems homely.
But at my worst, The Cage cant hold me.
Though at my best, I fear one only.
Which is the worst, Because its lonely.
It's wake of hurt, Can only kill me.
I feel the burst, Of anger within me.
Beneath the dirt, Echo cry's from family.
Which makes the worst, So old and dusty.
Then back at Best, The Cage is empty.
With one thing left, That can consume me.
It is the hurt, That burns so strongly.
 
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