I seem to have an anger inside of me today.

I have tried several things to make it go away.

It was born from a shadow that shaped it like clay

But I noticed I’m missing the shadow today.

I have an anger inside that makes me spit fire.

It makes the words that I speak burn those who inquire

Why, as of recent, I’ve acted so tired.

It’s exhausting trying to keep up with fire.

I have an anger inside that has replaced all my sorrow.

I’ll see if it’s still here when I wake up tomorrow.

I can’t tell if the strength it’s given is just to borrow

And soon the anger will fade and return my sorrow.

I have an anger that’s given me a will to fight.

I’m clenching my teeth and squeezing fists tight,

My palms have nail marks and my knuckles are white.

I’m beginning to think I’m not cut out to fight.

I have an anger inside that won’t let me cry.

It’s odd to feel so stubborn without a reason why.

I’m determined to keep living, I won’t let myself die

But maybe it’s ok if I let myself cry.