Anger

Anger
Used to be
Red hot dynamite
In control of me
Set off by the smallest spark
It ate me from inside
It shook my fists
It made me sick
And many times I cried
Anger was selfish
It took what it pleased
And then it would leave
Me broken and empty
Then life would continue
So easy and fun
Until with out warning
Back anger would come
Then one day I told anger
To stay away from me
And decided to go through life
Blissfully carefree