Anger Out

You know people who are cutters.
you know people who are pill poppers.
you know people who hurt themselves.
you don't know me.
i don't do any of these
i don't have to hurt myself to make the PAIN go away.
i write poems as the blade goes in the cutter...slit.
my mind wonders as the pen start to dance across the paper,
from left to right.
taking all of my ANGER out.
my eyes begin to cry
as the pill Popper tries to die.