Becoming
I'm always doing things for people I know,
But to ask a favor of them, that can't be so,
I will do anything for them, I aim to please,
But they are pissing me off now, at ease Marine at ease.
Taking advantage of my generosity,
It's leading to a lot of animosity,
They don't know what they are about to release,
The devil inside me will be unleashed.
Immeasurable amounts of rage,
Inside me I keep caged,
People will suffer without a doubt,
If that which is in me, ever gets out.
If it does, many will not speak to me again,
For I know, I will send some to oblivion,
I do not wish to hurt any of my friends,
I want to keep the peace and make amends.
Thus far the anger has remained unseen,
But they will soon feel the wrath of this Marine,
I could easily forgive and forget,
When I am not being treated like a toilet.
In the meantime, the tides are turning,
The nice guy inside is slowly burning,
Soon he will cease to even exist,
All that will remain is this Marine and his fist.
-Edward R Dunphy.
