Anger is She

Empty
But I am an empty space of what I used to be
A dark void;
Which only darkness seeps
To feign
To feign the feelings of which I should bear
Enriched
Enriched I am—
With the possibility of not being able to be hurt by those who tend not to care
But with that
Brings the emptiness I have which many shall never know
Lack
I lack that of which folks so freely dissolve
So freely depreciate
Oh, Anger
Now Anger I do know
With my black void
Anger is the one that pierces and bestows
She does not know mercy
Nor does she let me feel her free
She throws herself through me
Leaving me weak-kneed
Suffice to say
Anger is relentless in her ways
To crash
To burn
To pull
Me right under those violent waves
When empty has been so long known
To know one ounce of emotion on any given day
The power of said anger
Is dangerous in many ways
Empty that I am
It does help in sundry ways
But when Anger comes unto me
I am a violent broken rage
To be only empty
To be only angered
To know nothing but this—
Plays havoc in tormented ways
When truth be told
When I seek and see
It is only then
That my tears break free