When anyone else would have been proud
You were angry
When I don't want to fight
You stay angry
When you have to pay your bills
You get angry
Anger
What does it bring?
Bitterness.
Is what I've seen
Could you tell me just one thing I could do
That wouldn't ever anger you
Because all the hurt
Is covered
And anger
Is what it hides under
And I hide in fear
Fear
Of bitterness
Fear
Of pain
Fear
That one day
I'll be the same
By:
yours truly,
Charissa A. Wallace
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