Anger is always with us

this is a bleh poem

My anger is so fast to come out

That I can’t control the out come

With all that has happen

I can’t but help but see

That hate that people have for me

Even though I don’t mean to do it

It happens anyway

Why can’t people just see I want to be left alone

To deal with these demons of mine

I must control what I have left

I think this even as I strike down on someone

This poor man who lays here broken before me

I pick him up just to see his face

But what I find isn’t a man

It’s a boy scared and torn

Crying his eyes out I tell him sorry

With all my heart I wish I didn’t

But I had to I had to finish the job

And with the last of me I kill myself with every ounce of hate

Now I walk alone with what’s left of a person

That has lost everything and gained nothing

Reviews

[Just Plain Me]

As weird as this is going to sound...I think this is my favorite poem I've read of yours just yet... It's REALLY good Mathew, and if you disagree with that I'll have to kick you next time I see you. Even I can admit when a couple of my poems are good. And this is one of those that you can't deny...you'll have a pissy girlfriend on your hands if you try to do so :P