The rage I have within me

the rage I have within me,

ask me not to keep it there,

to let it fester,

in the depths of my despair,

and put on a happy face

because good girls don't get angry.

the rage I have within me,

threatens to seep out, 

from the corner of my eyes,

the once bright flame,

being swept away by the tears,

because good girls don't get angry.

the rage I have within me,

I cannot voice,

for I'm meant to look pretty,

and use my voice

to utter sweet nothings instead,

because good girls don't get angry.

the rage I have within me,

ask me not to keep it there,

for it is like a parasite,

feeding and feeding on you,

until only the dead remanants,

of that good girl is all that is left.

~anoushka