Wrath at display.

There’s an anger buried inside me, 
Oh yes!  It is! 
Waving up and down; 
From time to time 
It reminds me of the scars 
Oh yes! It does! 

It moulds my tears into hot water 
It makes my heart go dry, 
I cannot cry loudly; 
Because it has silenced my true self 
I cannot shout; 
Because it has taught me calmness 

Still; I want to cry 
But tears are scarce 
I want to shout 
But my voice is glued up 
What do I do; 
To scream and display my anger? 

Causes are unknown 
People behind it are numerous 
Whom should I blame? 
Whom should I trust? 
To show my anger 
To show my anger… 

Fragmenting and dislocating; 
Myself at each stage 
Lot of queries are unsaid 
Where do I go? 
From whom I seek help? 
When everything is disillusioned and vague 

I’m losing control over things, 
No way is in my reach 
Every weapon is down, 
At my feet 
Still; I cannot conquer 
What I want to achieve!!