Thursday, April 30, 2009

I am



I am the fist thats made when angry is present
I want this hatred to go away
I hear the voices laughing
I see the people leaving me behind
I want to forget it all
I am the fist thats made when angry is present


I pretend to have it under control
I feel like exploding
I touch the cold hand of betrayel
I worry I will snap at the wrong time
I cry when I get too stressed
I am the fist thats made when angry is present


I understand that violence is not the answer
I say screw the world not yourself
I dream of a world with no hatred
I try to control myself
I hope I am forgiven
I am the fist thats made when angry is present