Rising Rage

Whispers are all around me,
No one'll look this way;
Murmurs start growing louder,
Ignoring all I have to say.

No big deal, I tell myself,
Talking to them would be in vein.
But rising up from deep within,
Is loneliness, like physical pain.

So I sit here in silence,
While the noises around me rise;
Then a lethal anger's awakened
From the recesses where it lies

Slowly, slowly, the pain is numbed,
As soon the whispers become no more;
In their place resides lethal anger,
As once quiet voices ascend, abhored.

Suddenly pain is merely memory,
When comes laughter, quick and abrupt;
The numbness fast becomes fury,
Like a volcano soon to erupt.

Next yelling and shouting sounds,
I'm filled with rage totally unbalanced.
Smallest provocation, all control's lost;
The release is sweet as the silence.