Anger 2017

An angry poem I hand-wrote in 2017. I don't remember what I was angry about.

Anger should not be on the

first page

It's not my beginning or end

It's not truly my root

Always rears its face in mine

So often I let it win

Giving hardly a fight

Even this lack of

rhythm angers me

But writing beats beating things

Now I feel anger's friend

SADNESS

It's usually a coinflip

between the two

S**t.

GREAT.

I'm expecting a

s**t storm

Can't vent with

porn

But there's too

much NOISE

and I can't avoid

it

I'm f*****g tired

Yelling in cursive

is too damn hard

F**K F**K F**K

Author's Note

opinions welcome