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Anger, Rage, Frustration (=Hurt)

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Anger, who are you even?

Where do you come from? Where do you live?

Why don't I understand you?

Why are you even here?

Why do I run from you?

Why do I want to escape you every time you enter the room?

Why do I want to get rid of you as soon as I am able to?

Why am I so uncomfortable with you?


Anger, I don't want you here

I don't fear you, I'm just uncomfortable with you

Why do you feel the room with your wrath?

Why do you make me feel red; see black?

Why do you pull on the hate I try to release from my heart

Pressing on it until it feels like my heart will stop?


Tell me, why are you here?

What purpose do you serve me?

Because every time you're near me, I cannot bare it

I instead disregard, disengage, and never deal with you

But you always come back

Anger, you always find a way back here

No matter where I go, no matter where I hide

You're here, ready to consume me


Anger, what is it that you genuinely want to tell me?

What are you trying to make me see?

What are you meant to make me truly feel?

Because you, yourself, make me panic

And my panic button was broken by you


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