Dear Anger, Get the fuck away from me.

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Dear Anger, Get the fuck away from me.
Dear Anger
Dear anger, You are not my friend. However we seem so close that everyone must think we are lovers. I understand why people may think that. They say that when you are in love you are blinded by it. and maybe you could call us lovers because i am infact blinded by you I am bound to you. You stay close by my side like a guard dog. You are sometimes easily evoked but other times you stray away. When you stray I feel at peace. But when you are near me I am always blind to the best decision. Dear anger, You always tear me from my friends. You are so possessive of me. When you are at your worst i tend to be unforgiving. You show up when you are not needed. Anger, you are unescapable. You push me and pull me. You are abusive to not only me but my friends you create a bomb inside me and when I go off there is collateral damage there are casualties There is no escape route. So far I have found no light at the end of this tunnel and I swear to you that I have checked any crack in these walls for a way out but I am trapped. There is a continuous loop of getting angry and then getting angry at my anger how ironic is it that I’m angry at my anger? Dear anger, My mother tells me that hate is a strong word Dear anger, I hate you Dear anger, I will escape you I will assert myself. I will not let you tie me down. I will not let you be my restraints I will not let you be the weights on my ankles. I will not just survive but I will thrive. I will exhale the fire you create inside of me and I will become a beautiful dragon. Dear anger, They say to forgive and forget. I promise I will forgive you. Please hold up your end of the deal please forgive me and please forget me.
"Ive been falling for a season, give me something, give me reason. I need something for my Anger. Ive been wandering like the ocean, shes been playing back in motion, I need something for my anger. And I'm hiding till it comes around. Warm drugs, warm love.. I think I'm aging for whats your secret, give me something, I want to hear it, give me something for my anger! And I'm hiding till it comes around.. " beautiful, relaxing band. Love their music. Hidden talent.
Dear Anger,
Dear Anger,
I'm having trouble managing you today. Along with my patience level diminishing, I feel you build up under my skin. I know that you are mostly directed at my husband and keeping that in check has become nearly impossible. Little household things are still bogging me down and I cannot hid my disdain, disappointment, and disgust with the level of functioning in this house this week.
I want to cry out HELP! I don't think that anything will come of it. I don't' think there's any point in picking another fight or educating him on yet another thing. I'm so tired. I'm exhausted. I feel like I have to pick and choose my lectures along with my battles. And at this point ALL my energy will go to my daughter. My husband just isn't as important as my 2 1/2-year-old girl. She needs me. He doesn't want to listen to me, or work on this marriage, but she needs me. Wants and loves me. She gets the tenderness, adoration, and patience. He's an adult and can fend for himself.
My anger is in the most basic things. How compromised he is when he's tired. His inability to do basic things. His anger at our infant's son's bodily functions. His emotional driving. Him losing his head over our toddler just being a toddler. Sickens me.
My anger just mounts. Soon I'll have to say something. I'll have to make it understood AGAIN that I'm underwhelmed and angry. It'll be a fight. He will be defensive. I will have to be calm. I'll be the adult. He'll be coy. Then defensive again. Then the "I don't knows" will be begin. I might get a "I'm sorry" and I might not. And will it matter? No. Will I feel heard? Yes. I might even feel hopeful when everything is said and done. It'll be in vain. Within a week or two things will go back to the way they were, I will gain another sense of calm for a couple of days. It'll be interesting.
It always is.
Dear pain, Oh, it’s been a long time. Remember when you were holding me tight? I would stay awake with you all night.
Dear shame, I was safe in your arms. You were there when it all fell apart. I would get so lost in your beautiful lies.
Dear hate, I know you’re not far. You would wait at the door of my heart. I was amazed at the passion in your cries.
Dear anger, You made me so high. You were faithful to show up on time. Such a flame that was burning in your eyes.