I don't write Anger Well

I don’t write anger well Never have Never really saw the point in it Why hold in the pain to let it get to anger? Why harness it to power a poem if it only degrades your spirit? Makes you less of a person People these days ground themselves in anger Pain, frustration, darkness And I never knew why to hold on to the anger. Why do they need things like that? Isn’t it better to just deal with things? To live your life to see the light the good? To love and be loved completely Without having a core of hatred inside of you? Or holding out pain within your chest? I never really know when it comes down to it. I know that I get angry, of course Everyone does in reality But a lot of people keep the anger, keep the hatred Me, I try to deal with it, to fix the problem To make it so it hurts no more Problem is that the world doesn’t agree with my assement It just seems like everyone wants me to be angry Everyone wants me to be in pain Sure, it’s comfortable in the darkness, But what happens when you have to see to survive? I never really know. Sometimes I go about my life with a grin on my face and think Whatever happens, I’ll be okay. Sometimes I let the anger get to me Just to express my pain. And yet that is still not enough So I release it Expend it But why hold on to the darkness? Written April 4th, 2002 © on Apr 04 2002 07:47 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1