The Evil Inside
A poem by Lindsay Kutac
There once was a girl named Rage
Who disliked every other
She hated her dad, she hated her mom
And sometimes, she hated her brother
One day she came to a forest
Where all was quiet and peace
All of the still, of course, made her irate
Rage wanted to be released
Her eyes became red
She set fire to trees
Rage wanted everything dead
Nothing else could’ve pleased
The roiling ferocity deep in her soul
It was a bottomless pit
Not ever a bowl
Where there is a bottom, bit by bit
Becoming a little more empty than this
This kind of utter frustration
Contempt
The evil inside her would
Never relent
Always burning, and painfully so
It was her life to be angered
The endless row
Between her and the entire rest of the world
A scarlet, her cheeks were
Rage’s hair aflame
The vision she had was only a blur
As she truly saw red, not slightly ashamed
A little known secret between you and I?
Her blood ran cold
It was iced tears Rage cried,
Even though she had everyone around her to hate
Even though she, Rage, was so passionate, of late
It got a bit boring to be so irate
Although she stood strong
And although she stood tall
Rage was so alone
No one else there at all
Category: Creative Writing, Poetry
