I have this anger down inside,
don't let it out because of pride.
What would have happened, I not tried?
I can't decide! I can't decide!
Maybe eruption violent,
a way for anger to be spent.
but instead I have kept it pent
I must relent! I must relent!
A boiling rage within my soul
throughout the years has took its toll;
I know I'll never more be whole.
I must control! I must control!
So what would happen to me then,
if anger got out of its den?
It is so far beyond my ken.
I'll use my pen! I'll use my pen!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem