Anger


You try to hide it deep in the trenches of your soul.
Try to keep it to yourself.
But then it blows up.
It's a volcano spewing molten lava.
No one nearby can escape.
If too much is held in,
it creates bombs that decimate all life around it.
This is Anger.

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