No one knows the rage that builds and brews within me,
Not even you.
I am that buoy in the middle of the dark ocean.
Bopping for the sake of bopping,
not knowing its purpose or destination.
The calm spilling over.
The rage boiling over.
Waiting to be undone.
Tearing at the seams and my cup running over.
I am the calm and the rage waiting to burst and be done.