Anger

For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness. You try so hard to hold on to your fleeting seconds of good fortune for the yang is not too far from the ying.

Anger is an acid that does massive damage to the vessel it is stored in, rather than the occupant its poured onto. 

Please believe my psyche was once solid. Now once hairline fractures are now fissures, scouring the ones i hold dear with my boiling hot rage for they are the closest. Yes there are good and bad times, but my mood changes much more often than my fortune. I long for the day I can be passive aggressive again. See the only thing stopping me is that I now have too much to care about. I hold the reins of too many carriages filled to the brims with my hopes and dreams and I'll be damned if I let them be squandered on petty apathy. My mother may be in a good place but shes far from help in trying to help me get through these last couple of "teen years".

My anger blows out the lamp of my mind, leaving me tearing through innocent bystanders till i regain "consciousness ". 

Anger is an expensive luxury in which only men of a certain income can indulge and I'll be damned if this recession isn't making me bite my tongue. 

Some take over anger to somewhat intimidate their subordinates, but eventually, you'll just find the anger taking over you.  Then you too can no longer patch the cracks of your sanity with bubblegum promises and band aid therapy

When it comes to anger, lost is where you'll find yourself.