The Angry Phase

Anger has become a poison
I can see the rivulets running down
Tainting and changing me
Angry thoughts
Angry words for myself
And angry words for you
Pretending to be my usual self
But I am
Frustrated
Short tempered
Restless
Sleepless
Bitter
Ungrateful
Lonely
And now, spiteful
These things were never me
Until I harbored too much anger

 

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