I Am Anger

A narrative poem written from the perspective of the embodiment of the anger which lives inside all of us.

I am anger.

I wonder what I can destroy.

I hear fools say my power can be controlled and contained forever.

I see that this is an obvious lie, said with ridiculous optimism.

I want to be free, so why don’t you just release me?

I am anger.

I pretend that I am not dangerous.

I believe that many have and will again fall for my clever trap.

I touch the hearts of many, o how tragic it is.

I feel that I will live forever, in hiding, waiting for my opportunity to strike.

I worry that someone will find control, my opportunity may never come.

I wait patiently, as the wise predator always waits for its prey.

I am anger.

I understand that I am the cause for destruction in this sinful world.

I say that I cannot be tamed.

I dream that this is true, for I love the torture I bring upon wretched humanity.

I am anger.

Release me.

Author's Note

I am open to criticism, harsh or otherwise. If you have any questions on this poem, any of my other poems, or about me in general, feel free to ask.