There's a room in my castle called anger
which I try to ignore and hide,
but every so often, the door pops open,
and everyone see's what's inside.
The room to me is a shame I must say
it's not brightly painted, but black and grey.
The curtains are drab, the windows are dim
and I must admit, not much light gets in.
There's times when I go to this room alone
I sit and complain and mumble and moan,
There's times when I try to take other's there
but they look at me in horror and stare.
Me thinks I…
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Posted on April 3, 2009 at 3:57am — 4 Comments