Anger
A Poem
Anger is a secondary emotion
At least, that’s what they say
Anger is a mask we wear
To push our feelings far away
Anger is a coping tool
Though unhealthy, I’ll admit
We slam our doors and swear real loud
We scream, we cry, we hit
I don’t want to feel my sadness
I just want to get through the day
I wear my anger like a shield
I’ve had enough, I storm away
I can’t see into the future
And this scares me quite a lot
But fear is such a tricky mood
Anger is safer, and fiery hot
My anger makes me tired
There’s a bully in my brain
It screams at her, and him, and me
Until all that’s left is shame.