I feel such an anger,

I cannot stop writing,

And the things I'm thinking of,

So much pain and sorrow they bring.

I'm thinking of my past,

Of deals that did not last,

Of promises I didn't keep,

To myself that I would never weep.

But here I am,

Not crying anymore,

My anger has grown,

To an inferno roar.

I'm furious,

To say the least,

At those who locked me up,

And threw away the key.

At first I didn't get it,

I'll tell you the truth,

But the next chapter is my story,

It is not a ruse.