
Adult tantrums,
Tempered and wild,
Grown-ups acting like a child.
Frustrations unchecked,
Emotions untamed,
Rationality, completely drained.
—
Words thrown like daggers,
Actions fueled by rage,
A storm brewing on life’s stage.
But when the storm passes,
And the dust settles down,
Regret and shame, wearing a frown.
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For in this moment,
We forget our age,
And unleash our inner rage.
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So let’s take a breath,
And count to ten,
Before we lose ourselves again.
Adult tantrums,
Tempered they may be,
But the damage they cause, we’ll forever see.
Yes! This is nice and very true words! X
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