The Stranger
I am the stranger
that lives inside
of you
I am with you
every day
When the world
reaches out
and slaps you
I come out
to play
I feed from your anger
for all that you have seen
all the broken promises
and unrealized dreams
I rattle the cage
you keep me in
longing to be free
I fill your light
with darkness
taking hope with me
With every slap I am stronger
weaker is my cage
I will one day consume you
I am Rage.
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