Anger had fiery red hair

And obsidian black eyes

That were filled

with hot,

red

sparks.

A single word,

Could light a fire

And that would burn down

an entire forest.

She wore a black leather jacket

And a pair of ripped-up jeans.

They kept her locked away

Never

to be seen.

Anger could make people do things,

Things they wouldn’t normally do.

But once she got inside their heads,

She could control them.

Anger was always hidden,

But you notice her right away

She was the elephant in the room

That her hot rage

Burned down.

Anger was born from Sadness and Hate,

Who betrayed her.

And her sisters, Revenge and Passion,

Just left her behind.