The Pain Inside

The hate inside,
It's getting backed up,
It's there,
It's almost at the top.

I fear it's time to explode,
Who's the victim? Nobody knows.
What will I do?
I might cut off their toes.

Guns, knives,
I have no use.
I might as well,
Use some juice.

Writing poetry is what keeps it inside
I'm not sure much longer I have

All I can do,
Is wish and dream,
And hope,
That I don't get a scheme.

The pain inside,
It's roaring to come out.
So now all I can do,
Is scream and shout.