anger
Retched hatred fueled by wrong
Bubbling, boiling, burning feelings
None kind like a beautiful rose
More so like a gnarled brier goes
My anger fumes as it grows stronger
I don’t know if I can hold it in much longer
The tedious teasing and taunting thinning my resistance
Curses clinging to my tongue begging to be let out
I pound and pumble and scream and shout
Each word spoken breaks what is left of my patience
I yearn for the chance to fight back
I plead for the opertunity to give them a smack
A cat grabs my tongue and I do not speak
My hands are tied and it is just too bleak.
