Angry Words

Words said in a passion of anger,

come back to haunt me, as if a stranger

had spoken out of turn before I got to speak

They cause strange, uncomprehending; meek,

expressions of incredulity by the target of my sudden rage

It's like a ravenous monster let out of its cage;

and my victim looks at me like I’ve lost my mind

And maybe I have; the real me I cannot find

Why did I lash out in unexplained fury?

Where did my angry words, that now seem very dreary,

come from? I’m suddenly acting like Jeckle and Hyde

Why did I scream out my anger; there’s something wrong inside,

inside my head; I seem so different now

For some reason, I couldn’t keep the sudden anger down,

So I ambushed my victim, with words hot and red

Now I’m regretting all the hateful things I said

What drives me to start flapping my face?

I look back and remember, when myself I did disgrace