I am born through wrongful events, sometimes even despair. I show that deep down you care. Although I give you strength, I am but a flaw. I can even turn a man into a monster, a monster that even his own loved ones saw. What am I?
Anger is the answer
I am here although I am not, You can hear me through the trees that rot, I am clear, I am strong, though some days I can really pong. What am i ?
I am one small little piece of paper, yet sometimes hold lots of value. I am all you need to get in to big events, but will cost you. I am an important part of travel. And if lost, you’re not coming. What am I ??
I am painted with a lustre that most folk find fascinating. More precious than my mother, though, deep down, quite irritating. What am I?
