Anger, by *dAzed with cOnfusin* Subscribe to rss feed for *dAzed with cOnfusin*

Anger means so many things
None of which are good
Filling up with tense outrages
Keeping it all inside
One more things can make it worse
Now the tears become more with force
Anger never helps one to smile
Always making things feel long like miles
I hate being filled with anger
Always wanting to cry
So i lift up my head and try to get by with 
Smiles...because truthfully no one likes to be angry.
Posted: 2005-05-11 20:41:19 UTC

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