The sultry form of anger

For as long as we live,

we will always be told

not to feel as we do;

we are made to feel,

guilty for being happy,

sad or anywhere in between.

Yet, isn't to feel the only

Why do we know we are, in fact, human?

We cannot feel as a rock does, though we can imagine they'd be pretty stubborn.

We cannot feel as the wind feels, ever-changing and in motion.

We cannot feel as a dog does, carefree, caution less, and increasingly full of love.

No! Instead we wish to force a

prosthetic happiness brought on by

denying ourselves natural emotions.

We deal with a sultry form of anger;

Frustration.