Tuesday, October 7, 2014

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



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