My anger flows beneath the surface,
Bubbling and rolling
Screaming and yelling.
Trying just to get loose.
I keep control if only for you
But for how long I do not know.
Just like the warmth of summer
I'm beginning to fade.
Till all that's left is cold and gray.
Please tell me what you think
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a good write. I know several people that this fits perfictally.

