Angry Poetry…

I can feel anger forming.
Reforming to rage.
All this rage is storming.
Around kids half my age.

So much has gone wrong.
Soon i might explode.
I’ve been holding it back so long.
But my sympathy is getting old.

I need time to calm down.
Before i go over the top.
My anger needs to be drown.
So the rage storm will stop.

So much stress from so many places.
I don’t know how to handle it all.
If any one fucks with me im breaking their face.
I’ll kick them down the stairs and laugh as they fall.

 The storm is still raging.
I don’t think it will stop.
The anger is engaging.
Soon ill go over the top.

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