author's note
I wrote this feeling bad about flipping out on my mom when I know she trys her best for me.
the pent up feeling
of bursting into fury
wishing to unleash Hell
because of past turmoil.
but no,
just keep holding it in
let it eat at you
until you can't take it
the day to day hurt
the day to day pain
even then
just leave it alone.
if you do have a single outburst
of the true feeling within
people will shut you down
since you are not deemed normal
as others want you to.
so we can all just let our anger be
until we snap
and finally release this swarming
burning
painful fury of Hell
on someone who doesn't deserve it
who shouldn't be treated that way.
I wrote this feeling bad about flipping out on my mom when I know she trys her best for me.
the pent up feeling
of bursting into fury
wishing to unleash Hell
because of past turmoil.
but no,
just keep holding it in
let it eat at you
until you can't take it
the day to day hurt
the day to day pain
even then
just leave it alone.
if you do have a single outburst
of the true feeling within
people will shut you down
since you are not deemed normal
as others want you to.
so we can all just let our anger be
until we snap
and finally release this swarming
burning
painful fury of Hell
on someone who doesn't deserve it
who shouldn't be treated that way.
To me the most powerful part of this poem, and perhaps the most revealing, is the part where you write about unleashing the anger on someone else instead of the object of the real anger. We do this to each other so often, always with the same results -- confusion, pain, regret. I don't think anyone can really say they've never doen that to another person. The real shame of course, is that unleashing the anger on an undeserving person is even worse because they are victimized from their perspective, randomly, and end up with the impression that the world is a cold, uncaring place. The world is not that way. When we are the recipients of that undirected anger, the world feels totally that way.
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