This thing inside that now resides
That lets loose all that's on my mind
That spits out venom, hurting prides
And say words that are so unkind
This instinct that won't let me be
That taints my personality
And leaves me fuming, yet in guilt
In moments destroys all I've built
How self control can be let go
In verbal exchange, blow for blow
Eventualities, the same
For there's nothing that one has gained
I must apply a new technique
That works for all, or me, unique
A way to reserve emotions
Use them in positive motions
Like letting things go, no retorts
Not always answering with my thoughts
Consider others may feel hurt
Maintain myself, soul, in it's fort
Copyright © 2011 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)
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