A Dish Best Served Cold

You will never see it, the fire burning in me
Nor me lurking in the dark shadows, hiding and watching you,
Nor the point of the hidden knife pointed right at you.

I may act your ally, friend, companion
But all the time I will be plotting, waiting,  praying
For that moment to let the fire out.

The fire created by the scars you gave me
Which I hid under the smiles and laughter
Oh well! I hid them giving no clue at all
 But the writhing pain they give me
Gives the fuel to the fire burning inside me.

There is no rights and wrongs
It is just needs to come out or
I will burn from inside out
Until I am not there anymore
I wish I could stop it all,
But nothing can be done except to let it out.

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