Anger It’s an ugly emotion Seeping through my veins, Invading my being And permeating my mind. It’s disconcerting In its strength, A true waste of energy Yet one I can’t shake. Irritable at myself And owning my inabilities, This simmering rage is Just waiting for a lit fuse. My bitterness is ugly I’ll own my feelings, Disgusted at life and Feeling wronged. How dare I feel this way Selfish and conceited, Don’t I realize how fortunate I am But what is this anger hiding?