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The horrible, extensive days at a new school,
Being alone, the resentment, frustration & sadness building inside
Day by day
The rage being stored
Like Satan storing souls in hell.
It couldn’t be worse.
The anger inside, creating a prolonged silence and tranquility bound to fail
The failure comes, in short tantrums, but the anger inside, begging to come, & I know it is coming.
Little things create anger that is a shuttle to everything else.
I unwillingly make it apparent; I squeeze the ball in my hand,
I rail it into the ground with a certain force that if you looking from afar, you would have
And I snap,
My blood boils over, rage creeps into my mind
And flows out of my mouth,
As I yell and scream at the ones close to me.
As the tantrum settles, I realize I can’t recall being in control of my actions
Anger is such a force, like a locomotive swirling out of control.
No one can stop it and it’s bound to hurt someone.