My anger conrtols me
it controls my mind. body, and soul
I turn up the music as loud as it can go
and shut out all the noisey voices
that don't really care
I take my black pen
find my red binder
and start to write down all my feelings
writing about all I can't say
to *him*,to my friends,to my family, and to the unknown
Sometimes it helps, mostly not though
usually all of you just keep bothering me
and don't give me enough time to deal with all this sh-t that is
happening
you will pick me up,
make me feel good, then when I'm not paying attention you'll
chew me to pieces and spit me out
without a doubt I am more angry then I was in the beginning
you just don't won't listen to me
when I tell you
my anger controls me
it pulls me under
makes me see and believe what really isn't there
for once I just wish someone would listen to me
when I told them to back off
when they hear the loud music and see me with my black pen and red binder

 
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