The Danger of Anger

warning: this is more of words than a poem.

Hate, a harsh word, don’t you think?

Well I don’t hate people,

I hate feelings,

The naughty, bad and uncontrollable ones.

Anger, Grumpy and mad.

The ones that can affect everyone else, Badly.

Wishing it away doesn’t help.

So, I wish I’d cry instead of feeling all these Bad feelings.

Crying means the heart has softened and I need it.

Why anger? You’re so destructive.

You’ve destroyed everything.

I tried to sleep to keep you away.

But you’re still here to stay, why?

I can’t let you control me.

I can control you, I need to…

Now, I command you to disappear.

Why am I mad? Why?

What is happening to myself?

I forgot what I’m mad of.

Maybe it’s me, myself, I’m mad at me.

For not being the perfect person.

For always making simple mistakes.

For always destroying.

Now, I hate my mouth.

For even moving!

Shooting darts to hearts.

Fragile hearts of the people.

I’m a destructor.

I kill with my words.

I kill with my anger.

And I hate it.

And now I cry,

As I realised why.

It means my heart has softened.

It means the fire is extinguished.

Thank you…

I thank you words.

You can make me cry.

Because these words make me realise my wrongs.

If this was written on a paper,

The stain of drops of tears will stick forever,

As a reminder.

For the Danger of Anger,

And The Day I’ve overcome it.

~S.H~