Anger

They say it's not good to bottle up anger,

But what if I have no choice?

What if no one lets me get out the fire burning up inside?

I try to let it out with diaries and silent words,

But they are only a temporary cure,

'Cause the only way to let anger out is to say it all in words.

So maybe I have to scream and shout,

At the one who I'm angry at,

But if they won't let me,

What else can I do?

Perhaps we could could talk it out.

But if they don't want me to talk, 

And they don't want me to shout,

What will I do after that?

There is one easy answer,

That seems possible to me,

Is to extend my bottle inside.