Anger.
It consumes me.
Brings me grief.
As it tries to wound me.
I breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
But it never leaves.
It stirs as I try to hide.
Drowns me no matter how loud I cry.
It hurts.
It burns.
Like my lungs are on fire.
The anger leaves but the pain stays.
But it's better this way.
Because no matter how hard I try.
It's always one or the other.
And pain is always better.
Then anger.
