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Your poem Anger reminded me about my own venom. I can be so exploding full of it - and your poem is a good reminder that anger must be managed and contained. You have a easy and casual way of phrasing your emotions. Never lose this spontaneity.
When I feel sad, It is like the sky turns grey, The air stands still, The trees don't move.When I am sad, I cannot stand, I must curl up very small, and cry until my head aches.