When anger arrives...what do you see?
A lion with its fierce features roaring at you
A tiger’s claws launching into its prey,
Or a feisty beast devouring on sight?
When anger arrives...what do you hear?
The screams of a restrained monster
The ravings of a disappointed leader
Or the taunts of an agitated mob
When anger arrives...what do you do?
Do you vent out on the closest human?
Or do you take it out on yourself?
Do you use curse words or just punch the wall?
When anger leaves...what do you?
Spend hours regretting your former actions
Or keep the ice on your near fractured fist
And nurse the over blown nerves within
Sometimes you cant help getting angry
Its how you deal with it that makes all the difference
This much I know, when you are angry, you ARE angry.