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Jul 2015
People judge him without a second glance, he’s just the boy with anger management.
Anger is not something to neglect, but his is hardly kept.
Getting him to calm down is impossible you’re too late, he’s controlled by hate.
He’s sick of this anger inside of him trying to get out so violently.
The loathing is breaking him body and soul, it may be too late for damage control.
He tries to be different but he really knows no other way, his dad was as violent as he.
He learned from a young age how to be mean, how to manipulate the scene.
He’s not evil at heart he wants to change, just not sure how to start.
Show him he’s not the monster his father was, that he’s destined for great things and he has the ability to love.
When he sees the possibilities, and his emotions he learns to express.
He will no longer be the victim of anger management.
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