Anger is like a lover,
it fits you like a glove.
You can wrap yourself in it,
Take refuge in it,
Run to it in your moment of need.
It will accept you at your worst and at your best,
It will stay up with you on long nights when you’re scared,
It will wait for you,
It will spend hours hoping you look it’s way,
And when you do, when you run to Anger,
And embrace it,
It will embrace you back,
But it won’t let you go until it’s taken everything it wants from you,
And when Anger decides that it’s had enough of your poor attitude,
And unwillingness to commit,
Anger will leave you,
Burned and
alone.