The words spill out

I take what makes me really mad
nervous, afraid or really sad

I turn it into words that rhyme
it heals me almost every time

As my blood boils over the words spill out
the ink is red, the tone: a shout

Then rhythm and flow take over, chilling the charge in my veins
the comfort of poetic expression now outweighs my pains

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