View From My Window
Anger Management
You make me more angry than I was
the last time. The white slits show
around my eyes and my breathing
is shallow. I turn and go; I don't
want you to see me this way. I
scream in a dark lit room. There are no
windows, but the walls are shaking.
Then, as if that were not enough,
I open and close my fist.
the last time. The white slits show
around my eyes and my breathing
is shallow. I turn and go; I don't
want you to see me this way. I
scream in a dark lit room. There are no
windows, but the walls are shaking.
Then, as if that were not enough,
I open and close my fist.
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Anger Management
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