I am not my anger [poem]

[quietwater]

As always, I remind you that this is a "poem", I am sorry if you expected anything different from this.
I hardly define myself a poet, but I express myself better with words like this.

.
I am not my anger.
And I am not.
I am a person, a human, with lots of emotions:
love, sadness, joy and fear -
this is how I wish to appear.

I am not my anger.
Or maybe not?
I am a person, still a human, just a bit angry:
I do lash out, snap, and scream -
but after that, I shed a tear.

I am not my anger.
But I am.
I am not a person, nor human, I just don't care:
no feeling I have could compensate
what I am when my voice raise.
.

 

[Abyssal]

I understand and feel what you are trying to convey. Well said.

 

[quietwater]

I understand and feel what you are trying to convey. Well said.

Thank you, I am glad if this makes you feel seen. ★

 

[Buh-bye!]

As always, I remind you that this is a "poem", I am sorry if you expected anything different from this.
I hardly define myself a poet, but I express myself better with words like this.

.
I am not my anger.
And I am not.
I am a person, a human, with lots of emotions:
love, sadness, joy and fear -
this is how I wish to appear.

I am not my anger.
Or maybe not?
I am a person, still a human, just a bit angry:
I do lash out, snap, and scream -
but after that, I shed a tear.

I am not my anger.
But I am.
I am not a person, nor human, I just don't care:
no feeling I have could compensate
what I am when my voice raise.
.

it's really pretty to read

 

[lifewasawillow]

Love how it transitions from initially fighting it and being so sure you're not anger, to then questioning it and eventually in the last stanza letting it consume u. At least that's how I interpret it; it's reflective of the all consuming nature of anger and how you can't really fight it no matter how hard your try. It's a very good poem, I enjoyed it a lot.

 

[quietwater]

it's really pretty to read

Thank you very much!

Love how it transitions from initially fighting it and being so sure you're not anger, to then questioning it and eventually in the last stanza letting it consume u. At least that's how I interpret it; it's reflective of the all consuming nature of anger and how you can't really fight it no matter how hard your try. It's a very good poem, I enjoyed it a lot.

Yes! That's what I was trying to represent, exactly that! I am glad you enjoyed it. ★
Also, really happy to see a comment from a fellow swiftie – if you want, my dms are open <3