I have all this passion <br />and anger <br />and depression <br /> <br />building up inside of me <br />like molten lava <br /> <br />I don't know what <br />to do with it <br /> <br />so I write <br />and write <br />and write <br /> <br />but it isn't always enough <br />it's almost never enough <br /> <br />and now I'm exploding <br />the molten lava <br />is pouring over the rim <br />of the volcano <br /> <br />and nobody knows <br />what to do with me <br /> <br />so here I am <br />alone in my room <br />sweating under my down comforter <br />with the lights turned out <br /> <br />with heavy metal tears <br />rolling down my cheeks <br />and rock music hurting my ears <br />and these words meaning more than anything to me<br /><br />Annie Janine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/write-2/
