when I was young
I had trouble with my anger
not like the cute kids
you see on the TV set
no no no

this was a different beast
five feet of fear and confusion
you couldn’t tell me shit
with the flip of a switch

a spark would turn into wildfire
I’d puff my chest out
and clinch my fist so tight
I could feel my heart
beating through my finger tips

I didn’t know blood could get this hot
the furnace in my stomach
wouldn’t turn off
it just kept pumping

wave after wave
this ugly red gas
waiting to combust
holding back the tears
as they crashed against my eyelids

don’t cry! men don’t cry! suck it up!
thoughts from a boy
who didn’t know the man
he was keeping himself from being


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