Anger

All I see, all I feel,
Is violence and rage. nothing real.
Why does anger burn so bright?
Why does hatred feel so right?

People push, people fight,
But I can’t stand the sight.
A hollow space, a sinking hole,
Anger creeping, taking hold.

If jealousy were a crime,
Would emotions be confined?
Must I silence what I feel,
Or let my pain become too real?

One day, I will let it go,
I’ll lose the weight, let anger flow.
And maybe then, in light of day,
Someone else will see the way.