The Dance Of Anger

When we met things were so sweet,
You opened my door and pulled out my seat.

Over the years, my how things change,
You have become so different and strange.

How was I to know that within you,
Things would fester and grow,

I never thought you'd hit me,
But now I know.

Not with your fist's,but with your mouth.
Your words are like daggers I can't pull out.

your words seem stuck inside my brain,
echoing so loud I might go insane.