An angry poem.

You smash through glass

Just to feel

Something

Or to stop feeling

Everything 

It’s what you deserve

Don’t you know?

The anger inside begs to be recognized

So it screams for aggression

It craves for your knuckles to ripped apart

Only to find shards of regret imbedded in your skin

Days later

The anger burns and cries but never lies

It tells the truth

And that’s why

You hate it

We fight

And we fight

This anger and me

The anger in me

I should be more peaceful

I should be more calm

How many days in a row

Has this felt wrong?

Someone call a doctor

Someone call a nurse

A glass has broken

Someone call a shrink

Someone call a hearse

She has broken.

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