Anger Poem by Sydney Clifford

Anger.
It fills me.
Makes me do things.
It's his fault.
Every time.
Despise.
Insanity.
They can do everything.
Yet they do nothing.
Insanity.
Won't let me do anything.
Scold me for doing something.
About it.
About him.
It's his fault.
Always.
I imagine doing things to him.
This helps me.
A little.
Insanity.
It's his fault.
It always is.
He does things to me.
Insanity.
I can't explain it.
It builds inside me.
Forever.
I want to do something.
But I can't.
I simply can't.
They won't let me.
I guess it's for the best.
I could only solve it with violence.
He deserves it though.
They won't let me.
They can't.
He knows what he does to me.
He likes it.
I know he does.
That's why he does it.
Insanity.
Despise.
They wouldn't understand.
The way he makes me feel.
Insanity.
He likes it.
I know he does.
Likes to see me get this way.
Get so angry.
He sees my hate.
Makes it worse.
They don't help.
Yet they can.
They don't see it.
The way I do.
Insanity.
Anger.
Hate.
For him.