anger is not my friend
she lives with all the other emotions
in a little village in my little head
but she lives on a hill
and nobody likes to visit her
except for sadness and i
but anger would not answer the door
so sadness would sit outside
and i would simply leave
because i thought space was what she needed
one day i found anger in the forest
she stared at her reflection in the pond
with tears streaming down her face
what's wrong, i asked her
i can't take it anymore
i don't want to be here
all the times i wanted to feel
you forced me down and said
it is not kind to be angry
you pushed me over the edge
you're supposed to take care of me
but you started to neglect me
i feel like i am suffocating here
i dropped to my knees
and realized i became the very person
i didn't want to be
apologies will never be enough
i reached out my hand to anger
and embraced her
both of us screamed
for all the times we didn't
we cursed the man who touched me
we cried about my toxic family
we fumed over the times my friends went overboard
we vented out it all
and when we were done
we made up
hey anger, let's hang out more
that sounds nice
