When rage grips your very soul,
Too much to handle,your anger takes a toll.
When your anger reaches it's Paramount,
To think ill of others,in your heart unwonted joy is found.
Pray 'oh pray for a hasty retreat,
From the clutches of anger,back to the sanity street.
For you,my dear child,have been victimized,
To enter the labyrinth of temper,having no solution yet devised.
Words of malice will be spat,
When temper seizes the spoilt brat.
Thoughtless,effortless,venom spiked words.
Callously Hurled about,which cannot be taken backwards.
Words which once said,
Pave way for unending remorse and regret,
Words darting about like arrows,piercing hearts,
Creating ridges between people,tearing them apart.
Words uttered in the spur of the moment,
Materializing their tendency to offend.
The only conclusion after liberation from anger one reaches at-
Is ''oh why did i say that?!''
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