When I talk back,
Or disagree,
But I'm here to tell you,
That you should be more worried,
In those times where I obey without question,
Without more than a simple "mmm.....".
My anger is a bottle, you see,
Albeit a flexible one.
But it can only give so much.
I spend my life restricting the stream,
Flowing in and out of the bottle neck,
Down to a slight trickle,
As many others do.
And when I am afraid,
Of more rage spilling out,
In that trickle,
Than I can control, in a fiery explosion...
Squeeze tight the bottle neck,
I squeeze.
Till barely a drop slips out.
Squeeze tight the bottle neck,
I squeeze.
And barely a word,
Hardly an emotion,
Slips out.
In deathly silence,
Of unquestioned obedience,
I am merely thinking,
Only,
Of how much I hate you,
For making me feel like this.
