Rage

My rage is not outrageous 

It is suppressed in my solitude 

Nurtured with sadness

Ending up in tears. 

My screams are silent, 

I lost my own voice

I have a heart that beats 

A million heartbeats of defeat

My thoughts have diverged 

Unable to concentrate anywhere 

Sitting and staring at stationary objects 

While my anger roars inside.