Fast Anger

The name says it all

High priced peace, never on sale
But wishing it was so
Some have to scream and wail
To get that weight to go
Anget that comes too quick
Forsaking all that's known
Pray that it doesn't stick
Becoming overgrown
Seperate emotion and thought, it's said
Those words do ring true...
For indeed, i have bled
With feelings steering what I do