Runaway Temper The chill that is truth In this stone cold world Pushed me to the brink of insanity Causing me to abandon All that seemed real in my wildest dreams Then to have fallen short Proven not to be the master of my emotions But still they question me No electrodes or candy for the nose Will handicap this soul fighter Last to be loved with every reason to die But I'm unbreakable nevertheless Beat-downs told the story that lies could not hide Wrapped up in that fear that makes a man a killer I dance for them all Call me a fool with a fistful of misplaced anger Raised on force-fed broken promises That I fuse together with poetry and prayer My fist open ... like a rose -Ezel Careuthers