I love you so

My outrage is angry with me for not letting her escape.

I tell my rage don't, cause you will be the reason I destroy my relationships.

My relationships with people. I wonder how my rage sees me.

I'm glad I have a ribcage inside my body, if not for my ribcage,

my rage would have burnt me alive, taken over me.

I'm thankful for my breath for filling up my lungs with kindness from outside.

It's been so long that my rage and kindness together are making some longing guilt.

My anger, i love you but don't come back ever again.

I'm afraid my guilt won't survive.

I am made up of guilt.