Walking Out On Anger
by Suze LeFey/Suzette/Surzy

I am a monster in my own judicious right,
and I fight myself, with a sabre, with my might --
For every word they spat at me,
to release their inner dilemma -- calamities,
I absorbed, and absorbed,
and like a sponge must do once every use --
I had to release some of the hurt;

I love my friends (my family, dear), too much,
too much to see them quiver at my monstrous touch,
my temper and my rage -- shivering at every hurt.
I love my friends (my family, dear), all too much,
but wish they could understand the hurt I feel...
a mutual understanding, might not have hurt.

And maybe it is best, simply best if I might add,
to walk away, and walk from them, whenever I feel sad.
To hide the feelings, burdens, problems,
all the hatred bubbling inside (like scalding soup)...
For if I release it before them,
I might frighten them too far,
and hurt them more than I perceive --
and then, hoping not, I may leave an emotional scar.

So if they ever wondered, why I continuosly said,
"It matters not, my feelings, my anger, when I walk,
and walk away from you, and all around us,"
they must understand that I will NEVER hurt them.
I promised to myself, quite true.
(And I'm sorry if I already have hurt them - you);
but I don't EVER want to hurt (them or) you.

Thus, I walk out on anger...
My formidable inner self, something like Mr. Hyde;
and save myself from you --
Please do understand (friends, and family dear)...
Please understand -- it's true.

/fin

A/N: For those who've wondered if I could write free-style-ish, without poetic verse, etc.,... yes. I write crap. But... Eh. shrug