A/N: In reply to another poem (kind of), but also just me ranting and being all emo and crap. So yeah.

I'm good at many things.

Silly, common things that get a

"Good job!"

"That was great!"

But,

What I'm best at

Is anger.

I can dredge up

Everything

I know about you,

Everything

You've ever done

To cause others pain -

Throw it in your face,

Rip open scars

And long-healed wounds

And new scabs

Until you're bathing in the

Blood,

The proof of all you've done.

And you can't

Fight back,

Because you know I'm right,

And everything you say

Can and will be

Twisted,

And hurled back at you

Ruthlessly

When I get angry.

And even when you've been

Defeated,

Beaten down to

Nothing,

I don't stop.

I don't stop until I know

You won't question me,

Won't get back up,

Won't fight back again.

I crave the power in the moment,

When I know I've won and you've lost

And I've left a jagged scar.

Then...

I wake up.

I take in the

Wreckage,

The carnage,

And I feel terrible.

Am I always like this?

What provokes it?

Will I always be this easily provoked?

Will I hurt my family?

Will I be that abusive parent

In those little chain letters

That bring a tear to my eye?

Can I safely love someone,

Knowing I could hurt them like this?

It torments me,

All the time,

And I'm scared to hurt

The people I love the most.

A/N: So, yes. Thanks for reading, please review!