The Sea and the Sand

The way you cry so easily makes me angry in ways I do not understand. Im in the right and you’re on the wrong So how do your eyes get to be sea and mine still feel like sand?. You sit in the dark crying with your head in your hands And I stand in my own anger waiting and watching for something unplanned. The people around you let your sea run free. A mother who says im the villain apparently Friends who care enough to sit with you and drown in your sorrow ocean You see, I have that too But But I certainly do not have as many tears as you do. But I have enough anger to supply every star including the sun Enough anger for thousands but I am only one. I could light a fire with my words Set a song of red, orange, and yellow flame to your feelings with my sharp look of rage. You do not have enough water stored in your eyes to put out my fury. So the next time you dare to try and douce me in your guilt Try to wash my anger in rivers of sadness Know that my irritation is as big as the dry horizon. That I can create castles with my sand infused eyes Mistake the sea for gasoline and set the oceans… Ablaze.