Anger

A Poem

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Shower me with frustration,
and the water will bubble.
Heat,
expanding,
blistering anyone nearby.

Unfortunate loved ones,
don’t deserve the burns.
Old wounds,
barely healed,
dehisce in despair.

Explosive ripples subside,
aftershocks,
tainted with guilt.
Shameful self-condemnation
Weighs down like concrete.

“You don’t deserve to be in this family,”
it mutters in a muted tone.
“They’d be better off without you.”
Sometimes,
I start to agree.

Thoughts of leaving,
But I can’t.
I need to fix the problem,
But the problem is me.
How do I fix it?
More frustration.