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