"Somethings Burning"....A Poem by MarkThe fires of aggression have been burned into my soul, Burning deep within my conscience, they've left a gaping hole. They all too often smolder, then suddenly burst aflame, Then just as quickly disappear, and vanish from whence they came. Some people call it willful, and some just call it pride, While others call it skillful, but I think their mind is fried. For deep inside my cortex, that layer inside my brain, You see, when it's handed bullshit, it causes me great pain! Now, I know the noble thing to do, is just accept the load, But, because of how I'm wired, I tend to just explode! So I become the outcast demon, who simply doesn't fit, Owing to the fact that I'm allergic to your s**t. You shouldn't take it personal, for it's not you, it's me, I pretty much have been like this, since about the age of three. So the next time I get angry, just ask yourself and think, Did the last few words you spoke to me, possess a funny stink? © 2013 Mark Stitz © 2014 MarkFeatured Review
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