It bursts through
Like an alien in my brain
You keep speaking
Keep on talking;
But my fists are curled
and my fingers digging into my palms
and I feel like I am ready to blow.
Back away now, please,
for the color of anger is filling the room,
like a pervasive gas
feeling all red and broken
feeling like glass tearing at our skins
do you know the color of anger?
How it brings pain to all those around it?
To all those who feel it?
Have you cornered anger,
in the corner of your dark mind.
is not as dark
But you hide it well.
Your skin is the color of anger.