Anger is the needle on your tongue. its the bullet in the barrel. Anger is what keeps you smirking and what keeps them quivering in the corner. anger is love, anger is a relative. anger is the smoking gun, anger is chemicals gone wrong. dew on the grass, frost on the window, air in the sky and clouds on the ground. no smiles here today, folks. music in the background drowns out the happy and death has a close grasp. it makes the air cold, not crisp. kind of the way a child is born unwanted instead of in a happy warm home. cold eyes instead of smiling faces. This is the world you were born with/in. start out angry, smile to your mother who doesnt smile back. your father is no where and theres a needle on the table. temporary highs and tracks on her arm, is it all worth it? being born in an angry place with angry people and angry eyes anger is the bullet in the gun and the trigger being pulled and the regret in your head later on.