I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,–
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
For being too weak minded
For getting fatter
For being heavier when I should have worked on being lighter
For not being happy with how I look, sometimes
…..That I let them dictate who I ought to be
The dragon breathes fire
Hard on your heels
It puffs out smoke of pure poison
Ready to strike and kill
Your anger can get the best of you
Be careful what you say
For it is hard to take it all away
Breath in and clear your mind
Hold your tongue and keep silent
Let the dragon ease down and be calm