I know I need to control my tempestuous anger,
But I don't know how to,
I know they love me when they scold to control,
But I can't,
I know that they get scared when protruding bulgy eyes give the fierce look making them move a step aback,
But I don't know how to stop,
I know, they think my anger as a horrendous weapon to backstab them,
I know that my angers me to get angry on others,
But I can't cease,
I scribble the pages till the nib of the pen breaks increasing my...