The darker side of me

My anger rumbles deep inside,

A storm I’ve tried so hard to hide.

A fire burns hot, it lights my chest,

But darkness never takes a rest.

It’s like a beast beneath my skin,

Whispering, “let me breathe again.”

Oh God, why does my anger feel so right?

Why does the fire dance in the night?

I’m breaking chains but losing peace,

The darker side of me won’t cease.

This burning darkness floods my veins,

A wave of pain that knows no chains.

I’m climbing out that blackened hole,

Reaching for the light to save my soul.

Each time I rise, I fall again,

Still fighting shadows deep within.

Oh God, why does my anger feel so right?

Why does the fire fuel my fight?

It’s love and hate inside of me,

This storm, this curse, my legacy.

I scream for peace but feed the flame,

The mirror whispers out my name.

Can I be free? Can I be whole?

Or will this rage consume my soul?

Oh God, why does my anger feel so right?

Why do I crave that endless night?

I’m chasing light I cannot see,

Still bound—by the darker side of me