I smile, <br />Then explode, <br />My false smile being ripped from my face, <br />like some child being ripped from the hands of a mother, <br />I boil, <br />and toil, <br />and sure to bring trouble, <br />I advance, <br />towards my enemy, <br />my family, <br />the one closest, <br />we end this, <br />this one true argument, <br />Once, <br />and for all<br /><br />Atticus Mortimer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bubble-bubble/
