anger
[I've never been one for screaming. But when something hurts deeply, I chastise for hours -- albeit at a normal volume.]
These instincts betray me. The good nature I try to uphold Is no match for the malice set free. My vengefulness can't be controlled.
I do try to be peaceful, Live and let live. But when I'm dealt a grave blow, an earful Of heartbreak and rage I'll give.
It's reactionary when I'm severely aggravated. My good will is incinerated In a fraction of the time it was cultivated. All thoughts become unmoderated.
I don't like hate. It's kind of absurd, How it's destructive and obliterates My entire person in a flurry of quiet words.
Of course, it's not easily provoked. The beast hibernates indefinitely. I dread the instances when it's evoked; It's hideous inordinately.
These instincts betray me. The good nature I try to uphold Is no match for the malice set free. My vengefulness can't be controlled.
I do try to be peaceful, Live and let live. But when I'm dealt a grave blow, an earful Of heartbreak and rage I'll give.
It's reactionary when I'm severely aggravated. My good will is incinerated In a fraction of the time it was cultivated. All thoughts become unmoderated.
I don't like hate. It's kind of absurd, How it's destructive and obliterates My entire person in a flurry of quiet words.
Of course, it's not easily provoked. The beast hibernates indefinitely. I dread the instances when it's evoked; It's hideous inordinately.
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