What do you do with your anger?
Me??
I deny it exists for the first 30 minutes of my day
I clean my room and wash the dishes and go back to clean my room some more.
It is when I start feeling the fast rhythm of my frantically beating heart, when I start hearing the noise of the blood rushing in my ears and I black out for all of three seconds, that I finally realise
Oh, I think I'm angry and I laugh
What do you do with your anger?
I fight the urge to throw the nearest thing to me at the wall, which always happens to be my phone
I fight the the impulse to grab my mother's orange scissors and cut something.
What do you do with your anger?
I whisper a prayer...
I drink a glass of water
I throw paper balls at the wall instead of my phone
I will my anger to leave and maybe try me again later in 30 business days.
Wendy💙
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From The Inside
PoetryA collection of a few, simple poems that i started writing a few years ago and some recent ones as well. "From The Inside ," is about my life stories and experiences in poetry form and what takes places inside my heart and mind.
