Anger is stimulant.
It squeezes the mind,
Heats and shapes it
Into razor-sharp focus.
It rages all else away.
Anger is anabolic.
It is a rubber band
On a launching pad,
Putting up more of a fight
Than even our greatest heights,
and once we stop holding it back,
There's nothing we can't attack.
Anger is medicinal,
A one-way ticket out of
depressionville.
It stubbornly demands a response
Beyond days spent in bed
and extreme eating habits,
and there's something poetic
About the way smiles you have to fake
Twist, contorting into rage
Starting just before you turn away,
But my favorite thing about anger
Is that it fades.
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