Whenever someone spits in my way, it brings up this uncomfortable energy ANGER.
Anger makes me look like an evil person but deep down inside I'm not
The anger i feel is like fire, burning down into ashes making everyone cough
It causes me to think of evil things in my head making me move from light to darkness
Anger is so strong it makes me wild telling me to do things that I'm not use to doing
But deep down inside hides another person that people don't know the flesh and fantasy in that person's that is never shown
Sometimes it feels as if their is a wall separating
these two people, one is right where the sun shines and the other one is right where the moon glows in the dark pitch universe
I stand in two different worlds when anger rises and when anger falls and i choose not to be angry and evil can't get hold on me