Anger Poem by Kaitlin Christine

Fields of anger power over me, knowing that there was nothing stopping me from punching something such as a wall to make the biggest dent. The feeling of hope completely ambushed, the feeling of hurt grabbing me by the heart and cutting it into a million pieces. I had no control of the temper. I had been by hurt by this and it was continuing what it had started. It had left off where it had started. The rush of heartbreak, the second time. I couldn’t believe that I had gone through all of this and I had just resolved it, just to start being hurt again.