Anger Poem by Justin Reamer

Brother, may I ask you a question?
I hope it's not too much for me to mention,
But I hope I can get your attention,
Before you get suspension.
Well, I have an important question of you,
So, I hope you will be quaint,
Because patience is a good virtue,
And I know you're not a saint.
Why, dear brother,
Why do you feel so stingy?
Why do you hold so much stress,
That you must possess,
That it makes you so angry?
I see your short temper
Every time someone does something stupid,
I see your stress and your pain
Whenever someone teases you of cupid.
I see the pain in your eyes
Whenever someone wrongs you,
I see the frustration in your veins,
For this is so true.
I see that you are hurt,
That you cannot escape the pain,
I see that you are rampant,
Wanting to escape the rain.
But why, brother,
Why do you hold on to your anger?
Why do you not talk about it,
Instead of putting people - and yourself - in danger?
Your anger is a mystery,
For someone, I know, has wronged you,
But you know that holding pain
Will only hide what's true.
Why do you let loose anger on your family,
Even though your sister may be irksome?
Why can you never be happy,
Even when your family isn't jerksome?
Why, brother,
Why do you have to fight?
I understand you hurt inside,
But you have to know what's right.
If there's anything you need to talk about,
I am always here;
For I know you need consoling,
There is no need to fear.
So, brother, try letting it go
And give some lease,
Do not let it bother you,
And try to be at peace.