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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