Anger by Otto R.

Anger is my worst enemy in this world of ours. I easily get angry over stupid things. It has driven me to a point where I don't feel like talking to friends. It is eating away at the very center of the way I feel. I don't understand where this anger comes from. The only thing I can think that it comes from is my parents' anger. The anger I hold is just unbearable. Too much for me to contain. I just want to violently rip things apart tearing and shredding, down to pits and pieces, screaming and hollering at the top of my lungs, shattering the perception of my very soul. One thing I know I draw my anger from is feeling I accomplished something. Like I did something that no one has done yet. I feel delighted, and happy. Then I see some other average person did what I had. My whole feeling of doing something is gone. Broken. Into the millions of pieces that can never be picked up. Gone. Forever. It leaves me internally scared and angry. For eternity. Always.