Poetry: The Bomb

A thought to make my heart hit
The kind to make my soul split
The actions where no one wins
The end shows true villains
Pupils behind stitched up eyes
You're nobody now, deep inside
I hope you see that
I want to free that,
unquenched anger I have denied
Please understand
I'm nobody's end
unless it's with their life
I can't be your rock
A packaged bomb clock
just waiting to blow a fuse
I want to be the bottom
with nothing to lose