Anger is the grenade

I throw when someone’s made

A breach in my defences.

It happens when I’m laid

Low by stress, or I’m afraid,

My walls reduced to fences.

It almost never works,

And afterwards it irks

Me to think I threw it.

Oh yes – there are perks,

But hidden danger lurks,

And I always rue it.

You see, the problem is

The shrapnel, which can fizz

About and hit a friend

Or even me – and miss

The real target! This

Is why I intend ………