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
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