A funny way I have of running from a feeling
strictly speaking it is a certain way of being,
lest pain transmutes to rage and blinds me
like all those other few times, deceptively...
To breathe in rage is not fear per se,
I loathe to see myself falling this way.
Return to my violent heart calling, or feel...
Release seems so easy when it's not real.
I hate being angry and I hate being sad,
Seems like it's hate that's driving me mad...