Really,
It takes so little
(Relatively speaking)
To get me angry.
Usually
About all the wrong things;
Seething over slow connections
Gnashing my teeth
About some small thing or another
Boiling, Festering,
Simmering,
Raging within the confines
Of my head.
None of it righteous.
All unproductive.
Wanting to
SMASH
But turning it
Inwards
Instead.
Where it poisons me;
Sharpening my tongue
Dulling my heart
Overturning my mind
Collecting in the clench
Of fists and jaw.
I’m so much like him.
So much like them.
So similar to what
I abhor.
And so I abhor
Me
More.
The Well Tempered Bards 
I wish I didn’t get angry over small things but sometimes they just build, don’t they? There really are so many more important things to get angry over, better things. And that’s when I feel useless because I can’t do anything but get angry about it. And I abhor useless anger, and feeling useless.
And so, I write.
Very powerful, Sweetness. And truthful.
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Thanks my Pinky. I just got overwhelmed and felt so stupid, so incapable in the face of (probably) my own expectations…and I sucked.
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And yet, here you are on the other side with the knowledge that you may have been the root cause of your own pain. We are truly our own worst enemies.
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My reactions are bad. I know that 😦 I’m not good at managing my feelings.
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Anger – such a bitter taste in the mouth and all that and rarely useful – so well described.
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Thank you. Intensely felt and alongside it, the knowledge it was useless. Ugh!
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
A bad feeling
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Thank you 🙂
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well said –
Thank you
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Thank YOU! I’m glad you like it 🙂
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