My Concealment Poem by Chidori Storm

For as long as I have known how to
I have kept my anger concealed within me
I have kept it in a black box
With dark red chains made of steel.

Every time I get a little angry I store it
Within my box; even though every time I do,
I feel the pain inside of me
That I can’t stop unless I stop concealing.

I can’t find anything to let my anger out on
Because every time I try to, someone gets hurt
And when that happens I get angry at myself
And I have to conceal more anger and cause myself more pain.

So no matter how hard I try to keep from hurting people
There’s still always going to be one person I’m still hurting
I’m still hurting myself
And I doubt that will ever stop.