Venge Hit
Feeling sorry for myself
That’s not something new
I hate him now, the feeling’s gone
Pure anger; never sorrow
Stop invading my only space
A refuge of sorts for me
I can handle one unsettled issue
But more will tip the scales
Get out, I say and command I will
Watch me, don’t come too close
Unless you wish the rage of hurt
That spills out through my eyes
I can direct it
Your helpless direction
Placid I seem
But waiting to strike
