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