When you're so angry,
That you just want to cry.

Anger is your enemy.
You become into something others don't wish to see.
From yelling to screaming to bad attitude,
To taking it out on the most important person you care for.

It takes control of your body, until it becomes you.
Another you, a mask,
To show the disaster going through your mind,
From all the bombs hitting you at once.
Anger is controlling.
It's the enemy.

Roof top views are the best.
Nothing but the dark blue skies,
Shimmering with bright white stars.
Dazzing off into a place where life is lifeless,
Drama isn't important,
And stress is non existence.
Relaxing your body with the vision of something bigger,
Something much deeper,
If you just had that one person,
Seeing these dark blue skies,
shimmering with the bright white stars,
It will all just be so perfect,
No words being said,
But so worth it.

Is being too much to upsetting?
Is being too much to handle not good?
Is it okay?

I won't always be your cup of tea.
You're favorite kind of drink.
I won't always be your apple on the tree.
I'll have my days,
Jus like no other.
When the tiger roar comes out,
When I can't stand no other.
When I don't want to give a ****,
When I feel much smaller.
I won't always be your cup of tea,
Nor A shot of Hennessy.
I'm a mixture of hot species, with a little bit of sweets.

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