Lizzi Potts was the girl next door

Lizzi Potts never needed anything more

Lizzi Potts and I played all day without bore

Lizzi Potts and I laughed without knowing what for

Lizzi Potts left her house on a cold winters day

Lizzi Potts didn't explain or have a word to say

Lizzi Potts came back ridding me of dismay

Lizzi Potts became a ghost that never left the driveway

anger is what i feel

when the world falls apart

and there is seemingly nowhere

for me to run

anger is what i see

when i turn on the news

and look at the hopeless faces

screaming for justice

anger is what i hear

when i listen to the dark melodies

of songs played across the radio at

any time of day

anger is what i smell

when the smoke rises from the horizon,

sending a message to those who have

done them wrong.

anger is what you and i

carry inside of us. it eats

us alive until we find a way

to release it. or it consumes us

and all we love with it.