little anger!
a blessing, to be capable of fire
a heart of rolling thunder
does it burn you? to be
so possessed by your heat
never surely complete
don't i know it!
little sadness!
so easily convinced it's all just madness!
your self-inflicted malice
does it scare you?
to be what the mirror repeats
no pretending, just me
don't i know it!
little panic!
always a friendly fellow to the manic
so caught up on semantics
does it calm you? to know
walking wires tip-toe
when the grounds right below
don't i know it!
little envy!
your chartreuse color compliments me nicely
but compliments ain't likely
does it burn you? to be
everything you can be
never surely complete
don't i know it.
little worry.
a blessing, to be capable of misery
do you believe that, truly?
does it please you? to be
everything that you see
self-fulfilled prophecy
don't i know it
little hatred...
placated by a mirror self-directed
no inch of me is sacred
does it burn you? to be
everything that you see
all the bad parts of me
all the air that you breathe
in a home you can't leave
does it hurt you to be?
i don't know it
