My anger is like a bull in a china shop
A guided missile for which everything is hot
Seeking to destroy whatever is closest to my heart
My own self-destruct mechanism with an auto start
I have marked the start button with a bulls-eye
So that anyone close to me can easily find
So no one else misses it I advertise with a neon sign
For anyone else just looking for a fight
I always remember to turn on the light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem