Underneath

Running my tongue across my teeth,
I feel what's bubbling underneath.

I give myself a little grin,
I think about letting it win..

I swallow another pill,
my thoughts scream 'kill!'

I'm too tired to keep on fighting,
but it finds the struggle exciting.

I've never been angry in my life,
why am I holding a bloody knife?

I hurt it so it will go away,
but it just comes another day.