Poetry

2002
Paula Johnston, Aged 42
UK
Anger
I cannot alway's put into words
What I'm truly feeling
And so I have to write it down
Before I forget it's meaning...

Some people when they're angry
Like to scream and shout
And I belive that's good for them
It lets the anger out...

But me I tend to keep it in
And there it brews away
Till I get realy..realy..mad..
Then blow my fuse all day...

But this leaves me sick
And so depressed
Which isn't good
For I cannot rest...

So now I try to stay real clam
And write down all I'm feeling
Who knows one day I'll write a book
And this logic might have meaning...

© 1996 Paula Johnston - Contributed in January 2002

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