Treasure Island

mitty wille


Don't run from anger


Anti anger campaigns
Psychological trend
Too much precaution
with behavior changes

Who hasn't felt a huge desire
of letting go a wolf howl
like a mad dog?

It's the teacher's job to domesticate
It's also the parents destiny to disguise!

Precautions taken
crisis avoided
but...swallowed anger
unsolved sorrows
end up in hidden ilnesses


Therefore.......
Crying like a mad dog is allowed
Shedding tears is consented soothing
and the extracted sorrow
remains us that to move on, means:
making choices!

Submitted: Sunday, March 19, 2006

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  • Jamie Mccullaugh (3/25/2006 1:55:00 AM)

    that's cool. i know a lot of people who hide their anger inside... but it ends up making them miserable. then it builds up and finally explodes, causing a lot more damage than it would have in the first place. (Report) Reply

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