Red
Everyone has a different label for it
When you finally hit the breaking point
When you become so angered
You can't control it
My family refers to ours
As red
We call it red
Because that is all
You can see in the person
My father has hit that point before
Select few people can bring him down
I have never hit red
My parents tell me they fear
For when I hit that point
My dad has told me
The person who scares
Him more than himself
When it comes to anger
Is me
I have come close to red
But never got to that point
I fear for when that
Day comes
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