Anger Poem by Victoria Hudson

It is as black as night to some
As dangerous as a snake to others
Few are able to put it in a song
But alot can put it into a poem
It is like the sun beating on the flowers
It burns and makes us wither
Until we are not anything but a small shrub
Then it takes over
It leads us down certain paths
It makes us do certain things
It has that voice in the back of your head that makes mean sayings
It takes control over you
When all is through
Who is there?
Is there anyone beside you?
Are they all gone?
Do they see you as Satan?
Anger is a beast that controls me and you
It takes over whenever
It makes the ties with our friends wither
Be careful and control your anger unlike me