How my words want to burst from my lips,
Like a bullet that is sent from a firing pistol.
I cannot contain this emergency inside of me
I struggle to find the way to calm down this ravenous beast
Yet I lose power with every effort it takes to summon the thing
So much inside that it does not care
What the ultimate price is for not being able to restrain
It is like a constant erosion, that saturates all in its path
Oh! why must I have to squelch the stuff inside?
I am a prisoner to it
I cannot let myself be totally me for it having the power, you see.
I wish it to be silent and put to slumber,
But it will not rest
It does no good anyway
I guess wishing to leave would only suppress me
But still, I think that is what is needed
That is what must somehow be.
Oh dear, here I am, again, only me.
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