#angerissues - Hello Poetry

Lately I have been feeling angry, Like I wanna buy a gun and go on a killing spree. I am thankful for my empathy, cuz without it who knows where i'll be. I haven't mastered this emotion like I have with sadness. I have BPD so that means the all the anger I have is self-inflicted. That's the worst way, I can think of to go about this. And **** therapy, I don't even wanna talk about it.

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Nov 30, 2025

Nov 30, 2025 at 4:03 PM UTC

4daloveofyelhsa

Angry Enough

Lately I have been feeling angry, Like I wanna buy a gun and go on a killing spree. I am thankful for my empathy, cuz without it who knows where i'll be. I haven't mastered this emotion like I have with sadness. I have BPD so that means the all the anger I have is self-inflicted. That's the worst way, I can think of to go about this. And **** therapy, I don't even wanna talk about it.

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I got in trouble so much as a kid For screaming or yelling at my parents Siblings Or anyone else And it took me 27 years to no longer feel like a wretch for that, But it finally hit me today: Why does anyone shout? They're trying to be heard. And I shouldn't have had to raise my voice Just so they would listen. It's not my fault that I had to scream so loudly In order for someone to hear me.

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Jun 24, 2025

Jun 24, 2025 at 12:06 PM UTC

marisa-lu-makil

Muffled, Muted, Muzzled,

I got in trouble so much as a kid For screaming or yelling at my parents Siblings Or anyone else And it took me 27 years to no longer feel like a wretch for that, But it finally hit me today: Why does anyone shout? They're trying to be heard. And I shouldn't have had to raise my voice Just so they would listen. It's not my fault that I had to scream so loudly In order for someone to hear me.

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these words bubble up in my throat but i push them all down if i don't then i'll lose control screams rattle inside my skull but i never voice them for fear of not stopping i have so much to say so much anger to express but it isn't a good idea i don't want to be like them they were volatile and as unstable as dynamite i don't want to become violent and see their faces in my reflection

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Apr 30, 2025

Apr 30, 2025 at 8:39 AM UTC

theperilouspoet77

anger

these words bubble up in my throat but i push them all down if i don't then i'll lose control screams rattle inside my skull but i never voice them for fear of not stopping i have so much to say so much anger to express but it isn't a good idea i don't want to be like them they were volatile and as unstable as dynamite i don't want to become violent and see their faces in my reflection

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I need help so I yell and I scream at them until my lungs give up and my heart gives out. silently wishing, hoping they’ll understand that I’m not a terrible person. I’m just hurting I need help so I etch the pain into my skin pleading, begging, praying for someone to notice the glaring welts I need help so I skip one meal then three make a chart for the weights and the calories waiting to reach the impossible goal I need help but I shake in my seat suffocating in my own lungs tumbling out of control I grip my seat so tight my knuckles turn white wait until my breath hitches, my breathing stops

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Sep 16, 2024

Sep 16, 2024 at 4:28 PM UTC

poemsss

I just needed help

I need help so I yell and I scream at them until my lungs give up and my heart gives out. silently wishing, hoping they’ll understand that I’m not a terrible person. I’m just hurting I need help so I etch the pain into my skin pleading, begging, praying for someone to notice the glaring welts I need help so I skip one meal then three make a chart for the weights and the calories waiting to reach the impossible goal I need help but I shake in my seat suffocating in my own lungs tumbling out of control I grip my seat so tight my knuckles turn white wait until my breath hitches, my breathing stops

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I hear the screams of profanity in your drunk voice from that night The beating of your fist against the truck window My own voice pleading for help The faint sound of blood dripping onto the hardwood floor from your knuckles And yet, all you hear is silence It’s not the Silent Treatment The tears in my eyes are screaming so loud But you just can’t hear me

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Mar 1, 2022

Mar 1, 2022 at 11:16 PM UTC

JeanT

Not the Silent Treatment

I hear the screams of profanity in your drunk voice from that night The beating of your fist against the truck window My own voice pleading for help The faint sound of blood dripping onto the hardwood floor from your knuckles And yet, all you hear is silence It’s not the Silent Treatment The tears in my eyes are screaming so loud But you just can’t hear me

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i have anger coursing through my veins the way you have lies running off your ******* snake tongue... constantly

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Dec 21, 2018

Dec 21, 2018 at 2:44 PM UTC

akenziem

blood

i have anger coursing through my veins the way you have lies running off your ******* snake tongue... constantly

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Bedrooms and broken hearts. A place where a fire is easy to start. Bruised faces and nameless People to blame For what started in you. A small flame that used to light up the day Slowly spread into a wildfire, Damaging everything in its path Until it finally stops. Everyone seems to blame the fire, But never the person who caused it. They don’t look beyond what is in front of them Because it takes 5 seconds to see a monster And 5 days to reach behind the monster and see a damaged person

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Jul 29, 2018

Jul 29, 2018 at 4:53 PM UTC

broken-snowflake

like a wildfire

Bedrooms and broken hearts. A place where a fire is easy to start. Bruised faces and nameless People to blame For what started in you. A small flame that used to light up the day Slowly spread into a wildfire, Damaging everything in its path Until it finally stops. Everyone seems to blame the fire, But never the person who caused it. They don’t look beyond what is in front of them Because it takes 5 seconds to see a monster And 5 days to reach behind the monster and see a damaged person

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Leave me please Love me deep I'm about to cease I'm about to breathe There's nothing to feed Nothing to sink my teeth It'll be another millennium Till I'll be freed I'm not the circus you can seek Nor a dream you can sleep Not a road you can reach I'm your god I'm your slave I'm anything you crave Left alone in a cave Made one in your mistake Every machine ever made The life you make And the life you take I'm the rotten seed The forgotten forests creed Far from the civilization I abide by my greed I'm not the one you can teach I have no soul to preach No walls you can breach Just an ocean That you can never keep One that will never bleed Or breed Everything that's inside For I am One and only No matter how much you laugh.

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Feb 2, 2017

Feb 2, 2017 at 2:45 AM UTC

aviisevil

Why can't we all be the good things ?

Leave me please Love me deep I'm about to cease I'm about to breathe There's nothing to feed Nothing to sink my teeth It'll be another millennium Till I'll be freed I'm not the circus you can seek Nor a dream you can sleep Not a road you can reach I'm your god I'm your slave I'm anything you crave Left alone in a cave Made one in your mistake Every machine ever made The life you make And the life you take I'm the rotten seed The forgotten forests creed Far from the civilization I abide by my greed I'm not the one you can teach I have no soul to preach No walls you can breach Just an ocean That you can never keep One that will never bleed Or breed Everything that's inside For I am One and only No matter how much you laugh.

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If I shoot you down, Please, don't take it personally. I am a walking trigger warning; It doesn't take much to set me off. I explode at the slightest provocation And make sure the cause Is stained as red as my vision. Your shirt might never be clean again. Neither will I.

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Jul 6, 2016

Jul 6, 2016 at 11:39 AM UTC

george-anthony

Walking Weapon

If I shoot you down, Please, don't take it personally. I am a walking trigger warning; It doesn't take much to set me off. I explode at the slightest provocation And make sure the cause Is stained as red as my vision. Your shirt might never be clean again. Neither will I.

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