I wish I had known that holding onto this anger so tightly would make it take root. Others would talk of joy being a seed that sprouted in time of oppression and indecency, Yet I have found this to apply to all. What you plant will grow. What you feed will take root, And anger, like a ****, will choke all else out. A little seed, tossed by the wayside, without purpose, or design, has grown to swallow my mind. Choking off sustenance from my joy, peace, and love. It made me feel better for a time, it truly did. It seemed dignified and eased the pain. So I didn't get rid of it. What you plant will grow.