The Anger Inside

Anger has become part of who I am now. It is unfortunate, and something that I can't allow. I can't let myself be a victim anymore. Remembering what it did to me before. If anger reigns what is left of me? Enough of myself to clearly see? That allowing anger to lead the way, is too high a cost, a price I won't pay. What if I have run out of time? I can't reach out and take back what is mine? Will it make any difference in the way I live? I have hoped to be able to take and give. To have my chance to make this right, to put it out there, no gray, just black and white. But if it brings only animosity what do I gain? I won't allow it to bring someone else the same pain. The pain that left me alone and broken, Is it worth it to feel that I have spoken? Then, will I be able to walk away and forget? Or torture myself with too much regret? Somewhere deep inside there remains some good. I want it to be seen, to be understood. I don't want to want this anger to grow. Somehow, some way, I will let my anger go.