Anger Poem by Zhyne Bernal

Why is there so much anger inside of me?
why can't I be free
from this anger that's always stopping me?
Makes me always think to end my life without glee.

I should stop pretending that i'm okay
and just pray.
But how could I stop pretending
if there are disturbing feelings,
questions pending?
My anger is part of my frustration.

Anger makes me scream,
makes me hate,
wants me to hurt,
wants me to suffer.
Anger takes control.
Anger is anger.

Anger lay by me all night long,
it told me of my burning wrong.
But why is that?
I just want to express myself free,
and now it's all about me,
about my anger that always stopping me.

I want to be happy,
I want to be free from this anger.

And this time,
I will rest in the grace of the world
and i'm free.