I was angry with my friend;
I told my warth, my warth did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my warth did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole,
when the night had veiled the pole,
In the morning glad I see,
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.

~Klaus Mikaelson

" This poem by William Blake, has one of my favorite. I'm not a psychopath, it's just a beatiful poem about that focuses on the emotion of anger and the consequences for our relationships should that anger be suppressed and make peace. It's like deals with the darker side of me.
But for me this poem have too many potential of interprétations. Keep your mind decide what you think about this poem, don't hide your toughts, express your toughts and feelings. " ~with love @.Caprice_s