anger

April 6, 2012
By Anonymous

i sit and shake, my whole baody moves,
my face is red,
on one tells the truth with their two faces,
i ball my fits up,
ready to hit someone, feeling contact skin against skin,
my brain stops working, like the gears of a clock stopped,
i hit the wall,
i'm going to get them, like a pack of wolves get a young,
i sit too long, the anger fades, and it's like a rush of a river off a cliff,
i breathe; judgment waits for them one day in god's hands.


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