A...Scowl...

An Angry scowl....

When my mood is foul...

Trying to keep my words at bay...

I want to be vocal and have lots to say...

Then my mind butts in...and deep breaths are the only way....

Years of Anger,pain and hate...

Has my pent up anger in a right state....

Patience is a virtue...so... i am told...

I smile Knowingly...as i get old...while everyone folds....

Life is a test... to see when you break...

Majority of people live life as a fake...

Be true to yourself no matter the fate....

Be your own friend....your own best mate.

The End

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