Anger's like a battery that leaks acid right out of meAnd it starts from the heart 'til it reaches my outer me.

Lingering, bottled-up anger never reveals the 'true colors' of an individual. It, on the contrary, becomes all mixed up, rotten, confused, forms a highly combustible, chemical compound then explodes as something foreign, something very different than one's natural self.

You know what truly aches? Having so much inside you and not having the slightest clue of how to pour it out.