It, could just be in mocking jest,
A few words were spoken in vain,
Or simply having to wait a while;
Or even a child’s simple smile
No reason more than these,
And all reason fades away;
Every color I see before me,
I want to burn into ashes grey.
My world is a tinderbox:
Into flames, explode it must,
Everything I create, converts
Into an inferno; flames and dust!
I look into the future
And see fire all around;
Why with tender care to nurture,
Though now all is safe and sound.
I have known myself, not to trust myself;
Anything can be the spark,
That sets the raging flames of anger,
Burning me into despair dark
So I dare not reveal myself;
I live inside a shell.
That I may not destroy
Someone else’s life as well!
I don’t know why I am this way,
The reason I could not glean;
But in my rage; I lose control:
And say what I don’t mean.
Many have tried to help me;
Now they simply mourn.
Rightly has the world forsaken me.
Now I burn alone.