Mistaken Anger
Feelings abrupt
It's clues misinterpreted.
Nothing is as plainly as it seems.
Maybe it's because people are naïve,
Placing sudden voices in a certain box.
If you cry, you are sad.
If you smile and laugh, you are happy.
If you yell and scream, your head numbs and vibrates
Against your skulls,
Blocking out all our senses to think,
It means you are mad.
But is it really?
Maybe it's because people are stupid
And can't quite understand the way we think.
They assume they know best,
They know what we are going through,
What we are thinking,
How we feel.
Feelings abrupt
It's clues misinterpreted.
Nothing is as plainly as it seems.
We are strong,
Wind can't blow us down.
Not like the straws in the pig's house against the hungry wolf.
We are weak,
Just a silent night against the loud echoes of yesterday's cheers
Can make us fall down in despair.
We are fools,
Who only know how to yell and scream,
Bashing each other's heart when we are confused, hurting you too.
Feelings abrupt
It's clues misinterpreted.
Nothing is as plainly as it seems.
Confusion clouds our vision.
We cannot think.
Sadness seeps into our pores.
We can only yell out our frustration against it.
The body cannot function.
So we laugh and give a faint smile to hide our impairment.
All these feelings,
Divided into little boxes, sorts out the different emotions.
Blue box for sadness.
Yellow box for irritation.
Green box for confusion.
There is no box for anger though.
If there were, it would be
The box drenched in red, among our many cells in the body.
It's not the box of anger though.
It's all the blue and yellow and green,
Wedging its way through
All into this little box,
Confusing the human soul, tricking its host
To believe what it's feeling is anger,
Until it finally explodes and returns to its original box,
Tucked away in our souls again.