Fury.
Fire.
Anger.
Ashes.
They burn my heart until it is dust.
Their is an ocean of rage.
An ocean of ashes.
All the ashes of my soul.
Red.
Pain.
Bright.
Strong.
The color of the waves, crashing down.
Crashing the walls I built.
The barriers I built.
All so I can exact revenge upon them.
Speaking.
Talking.
Communicating.
I speak my mind.
I tell my dad, my mom, my grandparents,
That their actions were pathetic.
Traumatic.
Listening.
Understanding.
That's what they'll never do.
They'll brush it off as if they didn't do what they did.
They prefer comfort over healing.
Concluding.
I will release my ocean of rage.
I won't hold it back anymore.
I won't communicate anymore.
I won't try to be polite,
If they won't try to be better.
The Gate will open,
And my ocean of Rage won't be tamed.