The Color of Anger - A Poem

^{My fists tightly clenched,
My hands blood drenched.
Trying to shelter myself from all other people,
Hiding beneath my own little steeple.
Walking away from things I couldn't,
Telling myself I just couldn't do it.}

^{I sit quietly trying to calm down,
Trying to loosen up my frown.
I try to forget all of my problems,
Staying away from the people that caused them.
I try to be just so forgetful,
Killing people with kindness and being respectful.}

^{My world turns into a soft, light pink,
Easing my thoughts and helping me think.
My cheeks turn lighter than before,
Falling into peace and serenity more and more.
I stare into the late pink sky,
My anger is gone, no more will I cry.}