No One Is Perfect

He had fires burning deep inside,
But on the outside, he just lied.
His anger simmered, hidden well,
But still, it burned, a raging hell.

He took it out on the innocent,
With a gun he aimed and bent,
His fury not for the school,
But his actions were far from cool.

He lashed out, with violent force,
His anger had taken its course.
But his rage was not for her,
Though she felt the pain for sure.

He crashed and burned, destroying all,
His mind consumed with an angry call.
But his fury was not for the car,
He just couldn't control his inner war.

He found solace in her sweet embrace,
But anger still crept in its place.
His peace was not meant for her,
But she couldn't help but adore.

His life was not meant for him,
But he kept fighting, limb by limb.
His past was not far behind,
But he pushed through, with strength of mind.

So though anger may fuel his days,
He still chooses to live in many ways.
For his life may not be perfect,
But he lives it, without regret.