Anger
It lies dormant, waiting, like a lion for prey,
Then jumps out at the least expectant victim.
It becomes a part of me,
A part of me hated by all who know me.
It feeds on my hatred of others.
It leaves loved ones scarred and afraid.
It eradicates all other emotions beside itself.
It wears at my teeth,
Till my jaws are so sore i cant speak.
It torments my mind and body,
Leaving me unable to think or feel.
It makes my fists rebound off the wall.
It has no antidote.
It leaves me doleful and ill bred.
It overloads my mind with thoughts of suicide.
It.....is my anger.
Copyright © Ashley Roberts | Year Posted 2006
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