I wish I could get angry
The way other people get angry
I see them lash out, yell, scream, abuse
I see their frustrations, hurts and disappointments
Grow into a visible, tangible demonstration
I wish I could get angry
Instead of having this beast inside me
Seethe and devour within
It shows itself in tears, anxiety, worry
While all it should be doing is yelling
I wish I could get angry
Their lives carry on without worry
They are forgiven and still can smile
While my beast grows and consumes
And soon I am anger.
(9 June 2006)
Jeff Hobbs
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anger-18/
