You and your anger like a sleeping dragon
Do you wonder where it flew in from?
You try to guess at what it's protecting
But it wakes every time you get close enough
You try to control all the flames it fires
But it flows through your cracks like Kintsugi
Is that why you get pissed off when you look in the mirror?
Why you shower till the studio's filled with steam?
A guardian of sticks and stones
Protection for your oldest wounds
But healing comes when your scars are known
So don't ignore it, say
You are my anger, not a beast of legend
You're not the monster you think you are
I know your afraid of their swords and torches
But we can find a way to live peacefully