they asked me to keep it down keep in check tame it up tie it down kill it without a sound they asked me to sweat it out with no rage with no blood with no passion to kill it without a sound all i could do was growl and roar as i burnt beside the sea shore all they did was to clamp my mouth i bit back to tell them it isnt my forte .. not any longer...
^ hahaa... But I was thinking more like growing up towards being hormonal teenagers... Good poem..the pace, shows the frustration effectively...