Stress Relief

I bottle up rage

and I choke it down

Until I explode on anyone around

I want to scream

I want to yell

I want everyone to know I am going through hell

But poetry has given me 

New eyes in which I see

That I can exchange a punch for a pen

That I can lay down my rage 

and write to defend 

I can put all my emotions down on a page

and let my anger fade away 

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