When anger comes
like a grenade about to explode
When anger comes and wipes the whole other side of positiveness

to attract me and snaps me inside the flames of rage
when anger comes
like having the rashing chicken pox

When rage comes
Like a hurricane swirling in your mind

I want to shut the door full of rage and fury wondering
Is that really me, on that other side of this imaginary door?

And then I start to actually think over
Through all the times, I have been bullied, left broken
And I look upon the time that has passed since then
and I reconsider of thinking anger and revenge are not the answer

and I think of anger as a balloon being blown, until you
accidently let it go, it flattens and lets the air blow

and each person who bullied me like sour milk in the mouth
tending, slowly getting used, to the sour taste,

and each person who has been brave enough to stand up and say something
They are precious in this world,

When the anger drains out, I would like to say: My life
Is not trying to get nemesis on my side to help
It is not to make a death trap for you, all I want to do is just talk to you

When it’s all over, I don’t plan on following you for my whole life
if I had wasted my time on revenge, I want to do something particular and real
I don’t want to find myself frightened of you anymore,
or feeling soured inside

I don’t want to waste my time simply trying to get you and pay back for your ignorance at that time.