Burning Like Lava

Like a teapot I boil,

Like a volcano I explode.

There is no in between

When it comes to my anger mode.


It bubbles in the cauldron

Deep in my heart,

Waiting for just that little something

To make the flaming rain start.


A barrage of words I never use,

Evil laced with venom on my tongue,

I scream and cry and refuse

That I could possibly be wrong.


I can’t just say ‘I’m angry’

I always hide when I’m sad,

Because pain isn’t something you share, is it?

Yet why do I hide that it feels so bad?


I cry out because I’m angry,

And being angry gives me pain-

As if my heart is about to burst

Into a bath of bloody rain…


Listen well, if you might

And if nothing else, remember this:

It’s best to be honest from the start.

Instead of at war, you’d surely feel bliss.

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Published by Jaluna Rolik

Jaluna Rolik

Jaluna is an alternatively abled writer and editor from New Jersey, with a strong interest in mental health and chronic illness. When not writing or editing, Jaluna is easily found spending time surfing the web, trying to learn new forms of art, and researching rather obscure topics such as what things smell like.

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