Anger

I'm an not an angry person

But Anger and I are familial,

Raised together in the same home

Where we shared meals,

And boiled in the silence together.

I am not an angry person,

But anger and I never plan our visits,

They rush in unannounced,

Feverish and reactionary to the tides

Of conversation or happenstance.

I am not an angry person,

But Anger and I share a past,

Though we never dare speak on it

Opting rather to drift apart

As I learn what kind of person I am,

I am not an angry person,

But I know Anger well,

And they know me.