Atlas 9

Your words are daggers in my ears, I run them back and forth through my head, I get so angry thinking what they mean, 'til I forget what's even been said. I find such comfort in anger, swear to myself I won't forgive, kept captive, caught up in a mind set, to never let go of this rage. Please forgive me, friend, though I can't say I'd do the same for you.