Cuts are open
Anger is released
I can no longer control this beast
Three meals a day
...
Friends and family come and go
Words might heal and sow
But it is your actions that I will not let go
Your interactions with people
...
Anger
Cuts are open
Anger is released
I can no longer control this beast
Three meals a day
Pain is like the horse's hay
It feeds on me
I am the soil
It is the seed
Planted in me
When all is over
When all anger has sobered
I am benign
And the beast is confined