Anger boils over

Tears run down

With nothing to do

Having to hold back

Screams muffled by thoughts

Thoughts overcome by screams



It’s quite a *****,

A disease you cannot prevent

No words can explain

The thinking of my mind

No desire for burned bridges

Leaves me appearing weak



For when out of control

Crying is my sweet release

Yet my cool exterior doesn’t match

The burning hatred in my heart

I don’t want the conflict

Though it seems that it must be



A war it is

And a fight I will make

Disrupting patterns of breath

A tight feeling in the chest

I hate the gruesome grasp

Of the monster known as anger.