Anger.

You may or may not know that for extra curricular classes at my Sixth Form I do creative writing. This week was our first week and what we were told to do was to describe an emotion as if it existed as an object or a person.

I decided to do it based on anger since it's an emotion I feel on a regular basis, and our work in class then inspired me to write a poem based on anger.

Just a word of warning: there is some mention of self harm so if you're uncomfortable or triggered by it then I would advise you not to read onwards.

It starts from the pit of your heart

and spreads to your finger tip and toes

Almost impossible to suppress this emotion

no matter how hard you try,

it always overflows.

I feel so strong yet

simultaneously

weak.

Power surges through me as I feel like I could 

Destroy anyone who comes in my way

but I feel so weak

I am not

powerful

enough to dissolve the anger

and it always results in

me hurting someone

mainly myself.

I hope one day comes

where I can stop this ever growing

tumour of anger

without my fists colliding with my skin

leaving an assortment of marks.

But I do not know

how many more bruises

how many more clusters of purples, blues and reds

will be plastered onto my flesh

before I can finally stop

harming myself.