On Anger

Welling up inside me,

an evil little monster,

burning all compassionate thoughts,

and filling my eyelids with red:

you hurt me and take pleasure

in seeing me in pain

the trust I lovingly gave to you

broken time and over again.

digging sharply into my arm,

I beg for a pain worse than you

You have bestowed this brown upon me

nothing for you to even gain.

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