Anger

You think I will swallow my anger

And allow you to walk all over me?

You couldn’t control your hunger,

And couldn’t leave and let me be.

 

You should have taken the offer,

While you had a chance to flee.

Instead you’ve turned into a scoffer,

Trying to bend me over you knee.

 

The sunshine facade had crumbled,

I’m not forgiving, nor my mercy is free.

You’re weak, broke and outnumbered,

You’re out of luck, I feel rather beastly.

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