Treasure Island

Clarence Williams

(May 19,1980 / Washington, D.C)

Anger


Anger
(I'm my own worse enemy)


It
Became 
My drug
And I allowed
It to control
My every move

Loved it's power
When I allow it to take me from
Feeling happy to being put in a position to being in an angry mood.

Its power rains red and  birth mark on the ones in my mind who I think wrong me, and usually  the people who got my back the ones I know that loves me.

 When I wake up I try not to see  my self as bully! ! ! but some where deep inside there's a beautiful person in me, and I'm over situation quickly, so I don't have to face my issue that's with in me and that is I'm my own worse enemy.

Sir Clarence of greater

Submitted: Sunday, September 30, 2012
Edited: Sunday, September 30, 2012

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