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
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