My daddy would say to me,
“Those who anger you, control you.”
Who is deserving of that power,
Turning me into someone I am not?
Someone full of insults
Ready to throw,
Someone filled with nothing but spite.
I become someone I am not,
And the little monsters that inhabit my heart
Come alive and feed on my malice,
Growing to an inhuman size.
What my daddy didn't warn me about
Is the power one has
When they make me happy.