A Hidden Angry

Running through a mind, not looking back, racing as fast as possible without stopping. Afraid to alight on any certain thought or image, traversing the entire circuitry of the brain, never touching on a memory or image. Nursing fear with rage and revenge, anger swelling, falling, dissipating, kept under cover, rarely if ever seen. Striving to peek about, wantonly afraid of being sought out, on it's own, existing in darkness, feeding itself, never allowing anyone to see it's meanness. Stubbornly facing everything alone, an entire lifetime in hiding wanting to be found out, desiring to be expressed. Finally freeing the entirety of self from a life of hidden, fearful misery.