Anger. A story-poem kinda that I made.

[A Former User]

Anger
Like a swollen throat
It’ll choke you and choke you
Kill you slowly from within
Once it goes away
You can breathe.
But that allergy is hard to avoid
It seems everything you touch you become swollen
You become irritable
You become enraged
You’re choking again
But you can’t let anyone see…
Or they’ll become swollen too
And you’re stuck by yourself
With a smile on your face
Lying to those around you about your allergy
The pollen of rage and obnoxiousness
The flower of death
Anger
Like a splinter or needle in your foot
You stepped on it
And it’s your fault you’re so worked up
It’s your fault now.
No one elses fault if they left their shit there
Why can’t I be mad at them???
Shouldn’t I be allowed to be mad without a “it’s not their fault youre so mad”
My feelings cannot be controlled by myself
To ask that of myself is idiotic and painful…
But I’ll hide anyways
If it’ll shut you up.
Anger
Don’t take it out on others
The guilt will devour you from within
Turn you into a monster
Don’t harm others
You pathetic loser
Just be angry in silence…
It’s easier for me that way…

[A Former User]

i’m so prone to anger that it’s crazy