My Anger Is All My
Own
I find anger is the second emotion I really
don't
uderstand,
Love is the first, I thought I knew, can
anyone say they can?
My anger rages through my viens with every
beat
of my
heart,
I rememeber happiness for about five minutes,
boy, was I smart.
Who am I angry with, who is really to blame?
I answer myself, the response is the same.
My anger is all my own, it's there for me to
hold,
I grasp onto it tight, as if it were precious
gold.
It's my right to be angry, when I am
threatend like
this,
My forgiveness is not given with just
a simple kiss.
To let you know it's alright is not my way to
go,
I cross my arms, close my heart, I let my
anger
show.
The pit in my stomach, reminds me of how much
you
hurt me,
My anger is all I feel right now, and you
still
fail to see.
Your hurt causes my rage and you should
already
know this,
I will continue to hide my displeasure and
give you
my cold kiss.
I'm frozen once again, the more colder, the
less I
can feel,
To be loved and give love is what I thought
was the
deal.
I hate to be like this, but my anger right
now is
all my own,
Stop my Fire, let me feel the love you had
previously shown.
Is this really how far apart our love has
grown?
My anger, my rage, my feelings are all my
own...
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