The Bigger Question Poem by Sierra Staten

There's never an easy solution to dealing with pure anger,
When you can feel your face flushed red and getting warm.
Too complex it is to undo the anger or attempt to find a cure
when the source is lacking.
When superheroes are absent, The boy cried wolf too many times.
But there was a wolf, hidden inside him, invisible to most.
Difficult is it to talk about resentment,
Buried beneath layers and layers of skin
You can't talk because it kills a part of you, but you need help
And there is no other way.
And I'm sympathetic towards myself, what a cruel being I am.
So selfish in believing no others feel as I do-
Trapped, stuck, in need.
So many opportunities have gone by and me unwilling to change my ways
Suffers to an extent most couldn't dream of.
Yet this is of my own doing.
Each monster is created by the monster.
So why do I take it out on those I love most?