Anger is like that villain we used to laugh at in cartoons
when we were kids...when we were invisible

I learnt that all of them craved power,
craved control,
a purpose,
and not much else.

They wanted to be noticed,
they wanted to make a change whether it was good or bad,
make their mark in this world and the hereafter
they were special
they were different

I learnt that they live inside of us,
in our hollow shells that we call a body.
Late at night when you can't sleep,
these villains are awake,
plotting and planning,
and wondering
just how they can achieve world *******
over your body

Anger makes us shout so we get noticed
Anger makes us different,
it changes us so that we can never recognise ourselves in the mirror
ever again
and we never know whether that change is good or bad,
and i don't think we'll ever know

Anger gives us a purpose,
something to blame,
something to hate,
we channel all our efforts into hate
till it consumes us

Today my time has come,
to be one of the villains that used to live inside of me.
They consumed me,
broke me down and turned me into one of them...

I am anger.