I was so full of anger
just directed at me
i could stand it no longer
from myself i could not flee
Pushing me to action
i took up a weapon
Careing not of the reactions
I used that agression
The scars i bear now
I brandish publicly
they tell a tale of how
I'd rather take it out on me
I'm not afraid of censure
If this sounds like advice
I do say that your first venture
is to think about it twice
How was i supposed to explain
to my little daughter
What those marks on me contain
When blind rage was the animator
So................ I stopped
Tho the urge never left
other means i did adopt
Of which i've become quite deft.