Anger
yelling, swinging my fists, dwelling, the anger, deep within me it exists, boiling over like stew, the old and the new, keeps me toiling away with all that I do. In comes the new day, awake to work and to play, yet somehow I can't quite push it away, impatient, and restless, annoyed by it all, so I waste and repress it, the big and the small, a wall is put up, and its painted and painted, running from truths until memories tainted, SNAP, then it hits, so sudden and swift, so hard to belive this emotion exists, ATTACK with my fists, against all my wits, the first thing I see I must destroy it, my weakness, my strengths, how I achieve ranks, but to own its a reason for me to give thanks
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