Their is a man I know,
who bottles up his anger,
he has a fuse that burns slow,
Then when it reaches the end,
he exsplodes.
His anger turns to rage!
Somebody said or did,
something to make him mad.
I try to hide stay out the way,
but then he calls for me,
I look I see the rage in his eyes,
all of a sudden I go back in time to when I was nine,
I didn't test him not even then,
but my fear has already set in.
He waits for anyone brave enough,
to step up and challenge him.
His temper is the worst I ever seen,
he gets cold,callas just down rite mean!
When he's mad like that,
it's a good idea to stay off his path,
As always I put myself there.
blinded by RAGE,
he doesn't see,
says things he doesn't mean,
he forgets it's me.
He says what he knows will hurt my very soul,
I feel like I did back then,
hoping and praying evil won't get in.
Then he comes back to reality,
now I just leave him be.
In the back of my mind,
thinking of the things he said.
Is that how he see's me?
I think to myself what caused him
to have all this rage he holds inside?
My wish is one day he will get peace of mind.
by Kathryn silva cravalho