poems i came up with at three am

Female Rage

She hides it deep inside her,
making her alive with vigour,
but she holds it in, no matter how hard,
just a mask of indifference.

Sweet on the outside, hidden in disguise,
murmurs of wrath echo from her eyes.

She'll smile and laugh, voice held in check,
ready to dole out punishment, axe over neck.

She'll bide her time, take her sweet measure,
festering anger will turn into dark pleasure.

Finally it's unleashed, a time now born,
crazy mixed with hatred, delicate yet strong.

There was no lack of preparation,
so get ready for her act of retribution.

Pretense now blown, she stands enraged,
driven by her inner demons, they laugh unfazed.

With vengeance as her current goal,
to those that trespass against her soul.

A calmness surrounds, unsettlingly quiet,
her rage is now visible, so they'd best not riot.

For with her mind now out of reach,
she will exact her revenge, try to beseech.