Anger.

by Lucas Georgakopoulos

I make people vibrant red,

I tear down relationships, destroy families, and ruin friendships.

I disrupt people,

I bruise people, shatter things that people have given me.

I rain on people’s parade.

I spread to people like a virus, ready to jump and infect them.

When it all ends, I change.

My kingdom destroyed, my legacy bleeding.

My world crashes down.

As my guilt strikes me, I fall.

I collapse, weep and sob.

And then, I hope.

I hope that whoever I have infected or torn down will forgive me.

If they don’t,

I live forever through the person that has destroyed me.

I am reborn anew.

If they forgive me, I disappear.

Like I never existed at all.

I am hatred.

I am the incarnation of malice.

I am the fury that people release on others.

I am made of pure hatred.

Who am I, you ask?

I am Anger.

And I will always be a part of you.