Today, I was
angry at the world. Many annoyed me, many
pissed me off. Yet, I controlled my
wrath.
It spawned a poem:
"An Anger Withheld"
Holding back anger
Fearing it will hurt those I love
Fearing it can't begin to touch those I hate
Holding it at bay for too long--
Letting it wrap itself around me,
Wishing to someday release it
Onto the world
I'm not all too sure if this poem is good... but the fact is that it gets
the point across.
I've been feeling this way for way too long.