Anger
She is a nightmare,
she is the shadow that follows you on a sunny day
She is the monster under the bed your parents told you didn’t exist
She is the clouds that cover the night sky
She is the depths of the mountain no one dares to climb
She is the aura of the world
Everyone is a victim of her
Although some more gruesome than others
She can overcome you and possess you to obey her
She can attack you through the people you hold close
she always wins,
You can try to manage her
You can try to suppress her
But in the end she will not stop
Until she triumphs
She will make you cry
She rejoices in your pain
She will cause you hurt for as long as she can
As if a deadly disease
She never truly leaves you
Until the day you die
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