~Anger~

Anger is no stranger,

Yet sadly a close friend.

Sometimes I snap when I do not mean to.

Other times I blow up on the inside.

But what is the point of anger;

This thing we call hate?

When inside and out

We know the right

When we sadly did the wrong.

Anger is no stranger,

Yet sadly a close friend…

A/N: This poem was inspired by just… the poetry part of my mind.  I was not angry at the time I wrote it, however.