Anger.
You ever been so angry you take it out on those you love,
I have screamed and punched and
Just burned things out of spite
But it doesn't make me feel better.
Nothing ever makes you feel better.
You can cry for nights out of pure aggravation, irritation or whatever
But you will not feel better
Your down on your knees begging please, asking for anyone to release your pent up aggression.
No one comes to your rescue.
You keep it so bottled up that you no longer recognize yourself in the mirror
You see a beast with the dullest eyes
Ugliest skin
Blackest heart
Anger does these things to you
Then you blame everybody but yourself for holding a grudge you never knew you had
Distancing yourself from the world
Once again solitaire
Or solitary confinement
Whichever word(s) you prefer
But the fact is no matter how angry you are
It doesn't do anything for your good you become physco, crazy, coco, loco, insane, mental, obsessed with the inevitable
You become emotionally and spiritually imbalanced because you let anger control you
The breath steps,
they no longer work
You took the time
to stop counting
You start to speak
before you actually think
And your actions really do be come LOUDER than words.
Let the anger go.
But can you really?
Anger is just an excuse to be attached to a memory you wish never occurred.
Like the hulk said, how does he control his anger,
He's always angry.
To control anger is impossibly possible,
Like pleasing yourself and millions is unrealistic
It is the balance of
yin and yang
Good and evil
Anger and happiness
that make the world go round
Balance is the key
Anger is just a natural step in the process.
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Heart of Moss
PoesiaThis is a book of my everyday life and what I feel. This is my life and I would love for you to live through it with me. It's from rants, to poetry, to just plain writing. It's bout whatever sucks ass or whatever is unbelievably awesome and whatever...
