Anger

I'm angry, although i do not know why.
Sometimes the feeling of breaking something invades my body and crawls up my spine like a little spider going up its web.
I say im tired, but im really not.
I'll tell you what i really am,
I'm annoyed.
I am not tired, if I think about it, I don't think I've ever been.
But there's something, something I can't stand.
And that's when people think they know me more than I know myself.
Its sweet, that you try to psycho analyse me...
But really you don't even stand a chance.
I barely know my own myself sweetheart,
How are you going to pretend like you can guess my every move...
so grab your thoughts and analyse yourself instead.
...
Yes I am angry, don't ask me why,
One can feel angry just as one can love.
Don't put  much thought into it, I'm just on fire.
I'm just angry, I was born to be angry. But instead of breaking, beating, destroying, cursing, revolving...
I don't have any other option than to love.
So tell me how anger is any different than love.
I'm just the contradictions of life manifested on a body on a soul, as a person. Solely and purely angry, but forced to love

-Allison Santana