The purpose of anger.

The anger keeps me alive every single time.

It's all part of the cycle.

I feel trapped, like there's no way out.
So my mind outlines an exit plan.
I spend hours researching details,
until I realize it's not worth it.

My mind becomes too tired
to make any permanent decisions.

So I rest and rest and rest,
until my mind begs for more release.

I cling on to anything,
and this is where survival kicks in.
I've been failed before,
this isn't the blame game,
but I latch on to any form of anger -
it serves as an anchor of sorts,
pulling my mind out of hopelessness.

I realize I don't want to go down
for something I can maybe change.
I realize who and what wronged me
and refuse to give up the fight because of it.