I don’t like who I am when I’m angry
I don’t like who I am when I’m angry.
But I don’t like who anyone else is
when I’m angry either.
The exhaustion afterwards,
is it a reward
or a punishment?
I’ve had rage
that scares me
twice this month.
The harshness in my voice,
I’m afraid it will consume me
or become me.
I sacrificed
a perfectly good day
to my own fear and anger.
And I’m already starting
to carve up tomorrow.
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A poignant offering, I feel the struggle and the desire in these words. Thank you for sharing it.
Yes — “The exhaustion afterwards.”