Dear parents...

Anger vs. Forcefield showdown..

Bounce, Bounce bounce, 

This is quite boring, 

Bounce, Bounce Bounce, 

Why are you still there? You could be soaring. 

Bounce, Bounce, Bounce, 

Doesn't this get old, 

Bounce, Bounce, Bounce, 

I'll give you that one, You are bold, 

Boing, Boing, Boing, 

Ok, If you want the plow is stuck, Plow, 

Boing, Boing, Boing, 

You know you could be at a reasraunt, By now.. 

Boing, Boing, Boing, 

Fine, I'll let you be, 

Boing, Boing, Boing, 

Until you see.. 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Anger finally looks up at me, 

"What is that I have to see?" 

I shrug, And glance at you, 

Your piercing gaze, It doesn't hurt, Or do anything, Do.

I hesitate before I speak, 

Even if I despise this, I don't want you to seem weak, 

Powerless, Without anything, 

Just some things you want to fling, 

Arrows, They might work with a normal one, 

But, This one has no chink, None. 

For it is used to arrows aimed that way, 

So it doesn't mind, Nor speak or say. 

Maybe a stone or two, 

May leave a scar, But that can be mended, It can be done, Do. 

Maybe a few strands of randomness, That interlace deep,

Make you have nightmares, Maybe when you sleep.

It seems like the forcefield is more weak, 

As to speak, 

As the person has stuff, 

May make it break and huff. 

The truth is that even if you are strong, 

Or have lived long, 

You aren't more than me nor you, 

Somethings however make it seem like you do. 

Getting angry doesn't make you strong, 

It just makes people see what is wrong, 

What way, You say? 

For that, My friend is a tale for another day. 

I finally find my voice, 

And pick my choice of words, Choice, 

"You might have a reason to yell.." 

"But, Sadly.. Yelling makes you fall, Or maybe you already fell." 

Anger looks at me in disbelief, 

Like I stole his things, Were a thief, 

"But, Aren't I more strong?" 

"You are, If you sing the right song" 

"What is the rr-ight song?" 

"One, You can choose to sing along" 

"Can I change?" 

"Maybe, If you are in the right range" 

I pat Anger's shoulder, With a few sparks, 

Making sure not to leave any burns, Nor marks

Anger is in too much shock to yell anymore, 

With that you disappear out the door. 

Anger could do anything, 

From anger to evilness, Or something that has a good ring. 

But all he does, 

Is think about the words, That once he had and was happy, Was. 

467 words! Hope you enjoyed and learned the moral. 

Moral: 

Bigger doesn't make you stronger, 

Anger doesn't make you more powerful nor does living longer. 

 What's the best at the end, 

 Is that you be kind, Or be a friend. 

~Alicia

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