No Talking, Nor Speaking

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Anger.

It makes you hurt yourself and others.

It makes you a mean person.

It takes away your energy.

It makes you do things you wouldn't normally do.

It is powerful.

Kyle has a lot of anger.

Lots of anger towards, himself.

I don't know if I can help him, because I'm the opposite of anger.

I'm sad.

Sadness.

It makes you cry.

It makes you want to scream out your pain.

It hurts you on the inside and out.

It makes you tired and slow.

It makes you feel empty.

I'm empty, and Kyle is full.

He is full of a ball of rage.

I am as empty as a container filled with nothing.

Our souls are different but, we're both depressed.

And that is enough to make me want to help him, just as much as he helps me.

We both need each other.