When I'm angry my blood boils. I scream at objects. I scream at people. The people coil. When I'm angry I say mean things. I hurt other people. My filter disappears. My brain sings. When I'm angry I sometimes cry. My brain goes dark. My mind goes blank. My tears fly. But when I'm done, I don't feel any better. I feel bad. Being angry is not fun.
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No. Being angry is never fun, and rarely profitable; but depict it very well. Obviously written from personal experience. My own motto is : Never get mad, Get even!