Born in a family where tempers flare,
Anger lingered heavy, a burden to bear.
Every small spark, a raging fire,
Fury ignited at the slightest desire.
In middle school, I tried to stay still,
Suppressing the rage, bending my will.
Less angry, but my voice grew loud,
A storm within, wrapped in a quiet shroud.
High school came, and I felt some peace,
Anger subsided, its grip released.
Yet every time it stirred inside,
I’d lock it away, let the feelings hide.
But silence isn’t solace; it builds and grows,
A ticking bomb, where nobody knows.
Annoyed by whispers, enraged by sighs,
I tried to calm, but my spirit cries.
Stress mounts high, emotions repressed,
A weight on my chest, a soul distressed.
Sick and tired, my body would ache,
A mystery illness, I couldn’t shake.
Years and years, the rage stayed within,
Until one day, it burst from my skin.
A nuclear explosion, aimed at one,
Regret followed quickly; what had I done?
Scared of myself, I feared the pain,
The harm I caused, the guilt that remains.
But they stayed, though hurt and scarred,
Teaching me love that wasn’t barred.
I learned emotions are meant to be shared,
Suppressing too much leaves you impaired.
Holding them back may seem like the key,
But balance is the path to being free.
Life is hard, a battle each day,
But you’re not alone in finding your way.
Do better, work harder, and trust in the fight,
For even in darkness, there’s hope in the light.