Anger Poem

I must learn to control my anger
Control my anguish
Control my angst

Ranting and raving and complaining
Can all be counterproductive
I really should learn to be complacent
To become apathetic towards myself and my world
To turn into a stone, or at least a   vegetable.
I’d likely make a terrible vegetable.
Probably something poisonous.

I was always taught that right is right
Left is left. Unless it’s my left. Right?
Is there anything left?
I think I’m wrong.

The left can’t be on the right, can it?
Unless you turn around.
Half way.
Then what was left is now right. And what was right is now left.
Turn around.
I’m getting dizzy

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