Bottled anger fizzles to the top
By refusing to open the lid he will soon explode
Smiling on the outside
He lives through rose colored glasses
Forgetting their challenged lives
Over whelmed by the bloodlust consuming him
Self-rejection is what he'll choose
Letting go of his sanity
Giving into the urges within
Pain upon others is better than upon himself
Keeping the bottle closed is the only option
What's inside nobody can handle