Each of us have boundaries
Not wanting to cross and get bent out of joint
Then we begin to splinter
When we reach our breaking point
Feeling frustrated and agitated
In ourselves we hope not to disappoint
We are like a volcano ready to blow
When we reach our breaking point
We are like dynamite ready to explode
To a happy place our temper needs to be appointed
Our anger needs to be redirected
When we reach our breaking point
