Really

I’m not angry,

Not really

After all, you say

Anger is a sin

I’m not angry

My face is painted

In a grin

Veneered thin

I’m not angry

For I am good

A marionette

On your string

Anger was your domain

Rage baked

In the kiln of your impotence

Glazed with God’s love

I’m not angry

You taught me well

The lies

Of self deception

I’m not angry

Though, if truth is told

The veneer has cracked

The string is cut

I’m filled with rage

I’d grab you

By your throat

As once you did to me

I’m filled with rage

A towering rage

That scares me

To my core

I’m filled with rage

I’d beat you to a pulp

But you have left the stage

Leaving your rage

Once more, I say

Though with a quaver

In my voice

I’m not angry

I’m not angry

Not really

But really

I am angry