In My Anger

Standing, upright, echoed loudly in my inner thought.
Cursing, vile insults in the sense of virtuous self.
What, what do you want?
You, in my anger ..

We, meaningful young blood droplets searching for identity.
Charging, fighting, dismissing each insults in your verbal content.
Then what? You oly were laughing, smiling sarcastically, underestimating our heart.
You! In my anger ..

That silhouette, as our foothold ..
Sacred heritage of courage embedded in our soul ..
Yes, beautiful is your purpose..
But you! Why are you still insist crashing our ideal?
In the full melody curse and swear words ..
In my anger ..

I do not know, somehow, somewhere, and somehow ..
You're right, but .. Why does my anger is burning?
Revenge, hatred, is it?
You! Stay in my anger.

You play with ourselves, our very selves..
Yes, show our negligence!
Enjoy our fear!
Groan, you ignore us who bring the light ..
In my anger ..

Your reason to ignore them, is only to extend the pleasure over our collapse ..
FALLACY!

You, in my anger ..
Go on! You still will not be able to contemplate with the time ..