A rose grew from a crack in the ground.
Do you know how difficult that can be.?
    There was no other flower , no dirt ,nor any grass only cold concrete all around.
   A rose came up from the ground ,not watered or cared for at all .
    For a rose to grow heAlthy
and tall ,out from a crack in the ground, and not  have been stepped on!! Has to be a very speacial one !!!!
     For a rose to grow from a crack in the gound......

Anger ,fury and,rage, boiling blood and pumped up veins, all in a hurricanic stage.
    With every heart beat, my mind is ticking as the seconds count away .With my eyes as the locator, and a blink is my denator , I'm  ready to blow things away.
    Don't  fuel my fire ,by getting in my way.  
But by chance if  you do!! You'll  probally be blown away. I won't lessen my **** ,for a kid or even a girl . So please stay out my way.
I'm a walking time bomb.I can explode anytime or any day  .

Every word spoken ,every word heard. Doesn't do anything when I'm pushed past no return. A blanket of anger covers my eyes , fury is my blood as it boils inside.
      My ears my nose are hot to the touch ,my arms and fist feels like steele as my veins feeds off them for strength.
       At this point my body wants to explode ,as my heart beats fast and my blood heats up. When I'm pushed way past the point of no return. The world is my cutting board, and my tongue is the sword.