Chapter 8: Coping With Anger

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Everyone gets angry, everyone gets to a point where they're just S

o fed up that they can't take it anymore. And I'll admit that the amount anger

I hold inside my ribcage is probably unhealthy.

Sometimes I even get to a point where my hands are shaking and I feel like screaming,

But it's 12:43 am and I can't. So I bottle it up, I bury it,

Because that's what we're supposed to do, right?

We're supposed to keep it buried in our chests because to speak the

Truth to someone could possibly hurt them. Freeing ourselves could mean that you hurt

Someone else and make them feel bad, and that puts us in the wrong.

So what do we do?

We keep adding the baggage to our shoulders.

We pack, we pack, we pack, till one day,

We explode. And I don't know what you do, some drink, some smoke, some just cry.

But I don't know how to deal with my anger.

I can't control my body long enough to cope

With the pain. It's hurts too much and to feel it any longer, doesn't seem like a reasonable option.

 We all deal with it one way or another. One of the symptoms of depression is being more irritable,

Which doesn't help my case. But I think in someway, we all deal with this.

We all have our times where if anyone dares to breathe at the wrong moment, you'll burst.

And of course, it's not their fault. I know this. Everyone has their problems they're facing,

Whether internally or externally. It's like everyone has this silent,

Ticking time bomb sitting inside their chest. Nobody knows when it's going to go off,

Or that it's even there for that matter. So we keep walking, trying to live our everyday lives.

But for a lot of us, it's a struggle. We still carry this baggage of pain and anger.

Some of it may be from years ago, traveling with us, making each breath seem harder and harder.

But to express it, seems dangerous. To release the rage I hold inside almost seems like a bad idea.

I don't have the answers, although I wish I did. Coping with this anger and sadness is something

I wish I knew how to do. I mean, I guess in a way we already do. We know it's there, we're surviving.

But actually dealing with it and managing it is another story.

I think in someway, denial plays its part.

We go through the motions, acting like it's not there because

We think that maybe it's better this way.

But I have a lot of anger built up, and once it's exposed, you better run.


Submitted: April 25, 2016

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