Anger at the end of the tale. nAnger outside of the lines. nI know you can't do it and neither can I. nBut hell, we might as well give it a try. nI sensed that you were not able. nI dreamt of you much of the time. nAnd in person you smiled, and in words you tried. nTo convince me that it would be fine.n But I could tell what was coming. nI watched all the sparks as they died.n But as the fire went out, I could help but feel maybe just a little bit surprised.n I hated you for knowing that I was nothing but skin. nAnd bones and faith and a little bit of heart. nA shell of what might have been.n I lashed out with my fingers. nI pointed them with my tongue. nAt what I knew was destined to never never ever come. nI spoke words of poison. nI gave guilt with my fingers and my hands. nAnd put judgement on who I thought was wrong. nBut the mirror showed the only guilty one. nAnd I am on the outside. nI am now without a home. nBecause my scars are deeper than yours, I am forced to always walk alone. nBut the end of the tunnel looks bright.n And I just might not be at the end of the road.