Hidden anger

Butterfly dies but it can be keep,

Keep at its original looks,

Animals being preserve,

And yet after a long time it is still the same,

Even living things that had losses it life,

Its shape and look can be kept unchange,

Only with the creativeness of human being,

Human being that hidden some where,

And yet unhidden people,

Keep doing things that,

Things that can be compare to the three little pigs,

Where there is more unwise one,

Compare to the one an only wise pig,

If it is ended as it is in this fairy tales,

Then it won't be a bother,

Some people just don't know the correct thing to ask,

Either it is unwise or it is ask to the wrong person,

As what the wolve did to the third pig,

If it is like a breeze of air moving by then it is fine,

If it is like a stain make of oil on cloth,

Then this is what we call irritating,

One can't stand irritation for long,

What to say being irritate all the time,

One can be burning,

Burning like fire of hell.