YOU.

Has there ever been a tantrum with a meaning

Holding to some rights

You’re off you’re on there’s no concealing

A life that’s full of fights.

You

Turn the tables

You

Make the rules.

You

Use the labels

You

Play for fools.

If you tangle up your thoughts and throw it outward

I don’t have a clue

All you end up with is you have found hurt

That is what you do.

Anger is your watchword out of focus

Raw and all unknown

When you take a break you wonder what is this

Want in a safe zone.