When I just want to scream
Loudly and angrily
And curse a blue streak
At the world
And everyone in it
Throw a big ugly fit
Tear up the carpet
And even break
Some furniture
Like an angry, crazed,
Overgrown two-year-old
Who’s tired and cranky
And totally
Out of control
But no
I won’t do it
I won’t and I can’t
I won’t let myself rant
Uncontrollably
It’s not good for you
And it’s not good for me
I’ll do something else
Anything else
I’ll find a better way
To express myself
I’ll take a deep breath
Balance myself
And get a hold of that urge
To scream
And be mean
I’ll take it
And push it way down
In my soul
Where the darkest thoughts swim
In a cold, deep well
Waiting
Waiting to be reborn
I use them, you know
Those thoughts in the well
I harness that angst
And use it as fuel
As pure motivation
The fire and passion
I need
To take action
I can make them burn bright
And turn dark into light
When my focus is right
I can transform the rawest emotions
Into joyful
And helpful
Experiences
I’ll just relax
And think for a bit
And soon I’ll have some ideas
Of how to make something nice
Or provide some advice
That might help someone
In need
I can think of a way
To contribute some pay
In a generous way
Or maybe just stay
In the house for the day
Learning to do
Something new
Something fun
Something
That will ultimately
Help someone
Anything
Just do anything
Anything but scream
No
Don’t do that
I won’t do that
I won’t lash out
Or throw a mad fit
I won’t show anger
Or harbor it
I won’t share frustration
Or unchecked emotion
Or do unkind things
Or say thoughtless words
No
No one deserves
The wrath of my unmanaged emotions
No one should carry my burdens
But me
My heart
Is my own
Responsibility
And I shall be
As positive
As I can
I’ll handle things
Patiently and quietly
Because screaming
Is a waste of energy
And so far beneath
My dignity
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