Rage: And other idle supressions

I’m avoiding the edges
The sharp ends that would end these knots…
Constantly tightening in my chest
Sutured together by anxiety and unrest
 
I hold on to the only things that cut and bruise
That constant self-inflicted abuse, of memories reused
I don’t have it in my heart anymore
Because I’m the sacrifice constantly reborn anew
 
I give out faith at my discretion, but you can’t see this…
Constant cutting suppression, of the things I’ll never say
To you…

I’ve done so little for so long to tie my anger away
Tie it away and shove it in my chest so my blood…Turns cold
They say…
 
This pent up aggression of being pushed and pulled
This constant stasis of perfection that you’ve
idolized in full
Those words that mean so little; yet cut
so deep inside
 
And of course you don’t hear me screaming silently
On the other side…
 
So leave me here and I’ll find it again,
the wings of the angel
You’ve burned unto the wind
The charred remains of freedom that lays at my feet
A reality of constant dependence, heartache, and deceit.