I am the depressive road of anger
Rage, pain and hurt are my three friends
I am the scariest road covered with bitterness
As teary as a burning candle dripping wax
As loud as a blown vuvuzela
As transparent as a mirror on the wall.

Whenever I get burned I cry tears as a river flows
The world says men are not meant for tears
But with me, if I am in pain, I hide not my tears.