Anger will blind you,
and it will make you a fool.
Red is the color,
and a world without love is your home.

Anger is like a thief,
that will steal happiness in your sleep.
It will creep up inside you,
and it's your choice if you'll make it rule.

My heart clenches,
and quivers like my body.

My lungs are revolting,
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

I hate the way you treat me,you make me want to yell at the top of my lungs and scream!
Is this the way a home is supposed to be, I thought we were all supposed be in peace and harmony.
I tear these walls down and destroy this house that we all share,
Revealing all the "love and care"  you where supposed to bare.
I'm sick and tired of all the fighting and all of the  manipulation, you say we're all family, I call it humiliation.
Your such a 2 faced person your like a dime, you say one thing and then say another you can never make up your mind.
I'm glad I'm moving out, joining the marines was best decision with out a doubt.
You say your tired of everyone's ****, yet we're tired of it all maybe it's time we call it quits.
Don't get me wrong I love you all, but sometimes I honestly wana break down these walls.

My heart is backed up into a corner..
Shivering, from the cold..
And the anger..

No one understands

I don't care enough?

I'm not the same when we first met..

Accept that..

And accept me..

As someone who will change and continue to change..

Someone that will stand up for what's best for her..

That every time there is anger..

She seems like she is the blame..

Like nothing she does is ever good enough..

This is why there is anger..

Anger in my heart..

Anger in the air..

Anger..

Anger is the next thing to setting me off,
Even a hug won't make me soft

Anger stays forever within,
Anger acts in all ways of sin

Anger fills my heart and soul,
Anger takes a mighty toll

Anger lessens but can never leave,
Anger you hope to never receive

Anger for me is different from you,
Anger you see tells me what to do

Anger will sit and whisper in my ear,
Anger sits and tells me all that I fear.

Blank mind, cloudy vision
the satisfying crack of collision
from an elbow swung, or punch thrown
and in my ears, a buzzing drone

I breath deeply, and start to think
of how I was pushed, to the brink
I really do regret it now
I'd fix it but, I don't know how

But it feels so good, at the time
but the mind doing it, isn't mine
It's not the nice sweet child
with polite voice, and manners mild

But which am I and which is me?
Which one of those am I going to be?
The child, who's weak yet nice?
Or the monster, nobody crosses twice?