I think, to you
My yelling sounds
like breaking glass
Falling down
A thunderous crash
But my volume knob seems to have broken off
It’s really not a yell, you see
Although I really am angry
But anger has a dual source
Either a selfish annoyance: an impatience
Or an overflow of frustration: a breaking
This anger is of the latter
I think my anger comes like a dam overflowing
The volume is like flood waters rising
My mouth opens, like levies breaking
Releasing the storm behind it’s walls
Emptying the bellows
Where the fire has been kindling
And the inferno erupts
Like dragon’s breath
Of coures this is all quite exagerated
Although I type “yell” – it’s really quite diminished
Because before I have a chance to scream
My “yelling” is quite finished
Neither you nor I know how to fight
And for this I am quite glad
Because I’ve heard of some, unlucky few
Whose situations are quite bad
Frustration is real and honest
Those who don’t fight, don’t feel
But I’d rather be here
In this house with you
Because the love we have is real
And the greyest of days
Can’t take away
Our story, our future, our hopes and our dreams
I’m in this with you, forever it seems
And I love you.
But I hate this, I know you do too.
So I’m sorry.
