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Anger

By Jasmine QuintanaPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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Anger is like a drug,

hyping you up and giving you inhuman-like strength.

The adrenaline pounding through your body is an addictive feeling.

You feel the blood rushing through your veins,

the thoughts swirling in your brain.

Your fists become like concrete,

smashing anything you touch.

You become this unstoppable force suddenly,

and you don't want to ever let that feeling go away.

You do this because without anger you are weak.

Without anger they push you around and walk all over you.

Without anger you are everyone's punchline to their cruel jokes.

So you get angry,

you let it flow through you like the blood in your veins.

You let it take over you and let it wash away all your pain.

In those moments you are the unstoppable force.

In those moments you are the beast they should fear.

You let the fiery anger swallow you whole,

and as you embrace it you lose your kindness.

You lose the love you felt,

you lose the compassion you shared.

You get addicted to this destructive drug and you never look back.

The powerless have power,

the bullied become bullies.

It flows through you like surging energy.

In that moment you feel alive,

you finally feel energized.

But is losing your kindness worth feeling power?

Is losing your compassion worth becoming the beast they fear?

Is losing your intoxicating love worth destroying everything in your path?

When it's all said and done and the feelings fade,

are you honestly proud of the mess you made?

Are you proud of the pain you caused in the name of vengeance?

Are you proud of the life you left behind

just to feel powerful for little to no time?

When the anger subsides and the feeling had left,

what do you have but emptiness.

You are left an empty shell of the person you once were,

and all of this was worth a few seconds of powerful anger?

Anger fuels the fear of feeling weak,

but what is left after it becomes all you seek?

Anger is a drug that destroys everything it touches.

And like all other drugs,

you can't overcome it if your soul is made weak.

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About the Creator

Jasmine Quintana

Just an average girl who loves to write. I grew up living inside the world in my head, and my love for writing and telling stories was born from there. Being creative my whole life made me a passionate writer and I wouldn't change a thing!

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