All you bullies are alike.
You're really very sad.
You have low self esteem, no guts
the best of these you've rarely had.
With

Anger

Where do I display the anger brought my way
Shall I sit and wait for a moment of hate
Or shall I prize being taken by

Invasion

The transformation of one moment,
words spoken in haste.
Misunderstand ing,
the spontaneous wild fire,
setting the tongue

Anger and Melancholy

My thoughts seem malformed, cradled in anger
And my senses languish in drab melancholy
As your burnt offering

Anger

Shrouded in black leather

Innocence twisted

Imaginations kidnapped

Anger

Leaning on battered park benches

Shouting brave