Like a teapot I boil,
Like a volcano I explode.
There is no in between
When it comes to my anger mode.
It bubbles in the cauldron
Deep in my heart,
Waiting for just that little something
To make the flaming rain start.
A barrage of words I never use,
Evil laced with venom on my tongue,
I scream and cry and refuse
That I could possibly be wrong.
I can’t just say ‘I’m angry’
I always hide when I’m sad,
Because pain isn’t something you share, is it?
Yet why do I hide that it feels so bad?
I cry out because I’m angry,
And being angry gives me pain-
As if my heart is about to burst
Into a bath of bloody rain…
Listen well, if you might
And if nothing else, remember this:
It’s best to be honest from the start.
Instead of at war, you’d surely feel bliss.