Argumentative

A poem by Me
Shouted words, angry tones, fearful me under the pillow.

Baleful glares, snide remarks, a quiet and awkward dinner.

Unabashed rage, no sense or sensibility, the guilt will come later that night.

Tearful screams, hurtful daggers, words have power you know.

Grudges shown, can start anew, most awful struggles

And if you thought fear was bad just try your hand at anger