Rage is a cage that surrounds us with silence and limits our outbursts as we
Age.
We grow and stage our feelings in order to all be on the same page.
The knife I don't carry with me and the stabbing in the paper today,
Is this nothing but a favor that I don't get my way?
Rage is a cage where secrets are held and lives are lived.
When chairs are thrown in the air and glass shatters all over the floor with knives chucked but purposely missed.
My child, my love,
That is the best honesty I can give.
Don't keep an eye out, let them be.
And for goodness sake stop yelling at me!
I'll be me, you be you.
Let's take the point of view not as a
*******.
Thank you.