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Anger...

Dedicated to-Mia14

"I stomp, I scream,
I yell when frustrated.
I get what I want when I want.
I am straight forward.
I ask for more but rarely less.
I ask for less but rarely more.

I tell acommand,
They go do it.
Just like the master,
Commands the slave.
I have one key...
They fear my anger...
So, they wish to please me.

Everyone bows down to me,
Except for one.
She's of the loneliness...
She does not fear my anger...
She does not hate...

The others pretend to love me,
But she...
She wishes to befriend me.
She cares for me like the others pretend.

I scream, Istomp,
I get what I want.
Everyone fears me,
I have a key,
They fear my anger to come out.

Everyone bows down to me,
But one...
One of the loneliness...
She does not fear my anger...
Not like the rest...

I may have a key...,
But the key controls me.
It grips me tight and loose...,
It is loose at first...,
Then,
Then suddenly tight.

She wishes to surpress it.
It gips me hard.
I get angry when she does not bow...
It fears suppression.
Which makes it grip harder...

Her refusal of bowing releases my key.
The one that rules them all...,
All...but one...
The one from the loneliness...
She...,
She triggers the key!

My ange fears her...,
But I don't...,
Why does she not fear my anger?
Is it because of her loneliness?
I do not know...
But, I do know...
That...
My anger is my key to me and my control!"

By-Sicone