Angry,
I shouldn't be,
So I pent it all up,
Till it spilled out of me.
Rage,
Why am I raging?
There must be a specific reason,
An outside catalyst pushing me.
Rage,
Turns to regret,
When I realise what I said and did,
What is this overwhelming blinding insanity?
Insanity,
Maybe there is something wrong with me?
Maybe my anger just gets the better of me?
Maybe it's him, her, them, making me angry?
Crazy,
Overthinking every possibility,
Criticising myself constantly,
Finally settling on blaming someone other than me.
Me,
Is it really me?
I can't possibly be responsible for being this angry?
It must be because they didn't listen to me.
Anger,
A way to survive,
A tool we picked up when we were very young,
It protected us through all the years we needed to be strong.
Strength,
To master self,
To acknowledge anger,
To take responsibility.
Responsibility,
For all your actions,
For all your emotions,
For all you are and want to be.
Truth,
Requires vulnerable honesty,
This anger inside me,
Maybe I'm expressing it destructively?
Destruction,
Demolishing everything,
In the wreckage I may discover,
That my anger is what destroyed me and my lover.
A fire inside,
It constantly reminds me,
That my anger is my responsibility,
That I am entirely responsible for me.
