Angry Man

I was just four hiding behind the door Wondering what your mood is going to be There’s a shadow behind your body It grows quietly, lurking waiting to be let free And here comes the anger overwhelming little me It leaps off your body and onto mine I feel a shiver down my spine I tear, I fear, my tender heart Will things change after some time apart? Now I am eighteen You are ill No energy to get up or to peacefully sleep Yet you yell Yet you scream Yet you hurl insults at me Now I am eighteen hiding behind the door Wondering what your mood is going to be