Do not feed the animals!

All this penned up rage

its shacking the bars of my pain, trying to break out its cage.

I try to relax and force a smile, but the thoughts in my head are so vile.

Breath damn it man just breath, it will calm you down but you have to believe.

My pulse is beginning to race, hands shaking, hateful look on my face.

Pretty soon there will be no way to stop it, the fuse is lite and like the coyote im duck tapped to a rocket.

Which way is my top gonna blow? Gather round folks its time for the show.

Maybe I'll yell and he'll run like a bitch. Maybe I'll end up shot or stabbed in a ditch. Maybe I'll hit him and his head will hit the curb, death is the one thing most of us never deserve.

Thats the chance you take, you can never really know.

But its what happens when you give anger room to grow.