blood boiling

I am angry.
That much is clear.
I ride the rollercoaster.
The highs and lows of the angry train.
Regardless, I am angry.
It is in me.
Occasionally boiling to the surface.
I can't control it.
I feel almost consumed by it.
However there is an inch of me that fights it.
I hate the fact that I am angry.
I hate the reason why.
The fact that I am horribly damaged.
As much as I look unscathed, I am broken
Probably the most broken of many...
I stumble on occasion.
This would be the high on the rollercoaster.
The result, me screaming at the top of my lungs at anything that moves.
I know that I am being irrational,
part of me doesn't care.
Do what I can to get it out.
There are moments where I imagine myself driving a gas truck through his house,
moments where I hope to hell that he gets his woman on the side pregnant.
I know I shouldn't hope for that, but fuck.
The guy got off scott free.
Does he not realize that he leaves carnage everywhere he walks.
I am angry,
Angry with purpose.
Angry with very good reason.
He doesn't get it,
not many do.
Its a process.
Commit yourself to the process and you can purge the anger...
Like Hell.
This would be equal to stapling your own eyelids to the back of your head.
try, linds try to see the other side...
Try to understand that things happen for a reason.
Then and only then Will you be free,
then and only then I can release myself from this anger.
I say its a process and let me be angry.
Give me my time.
Its all I need... time

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