Angry

don't think.. I think I repress a lot of stuff

like, not just my anxiety and stuff

but my anger and things... Like...

I- I'm really non-confrontational

So I tend not to tell people when I'm feeling cross with them and whatever, and I think surely... I suffer because I don't wanna... hurt other peoples feelings or something.

I went and saw a psychologist recently and talked to him about this, and he agreed that I need to find a way to express myself more... you know, when I feel angry with people.

So what he said I should do was write my feelings down. That way.. expressing myself without confrontation.

So I've done that, I've written some of my feelings down in a poem. I think it might help if I could do it for you guys.

The poem is called Angry.. or, or or.. in brackets feet...

Bit nervous...

Sometimes... Sometimes I get a bit angry,

But you couldn't tell.

No you couldn't tell,

unless you looked real closely.

Sometimes I get a big angry.

But it's alright,

yes it's alright,

because I keep it out of sight.

Inside,

deep inside.

I breast-fed until I was 9.

Which my ...QUACK... Doctor, says is fine.

And he also thinks I'd deal with anger better

if I wrote about myself in a poem or a letter.

My mother was a ...REAL ******* *******... caring lady.

She taught me all I know.

Although i was a little slow,

she never gave up,

she never let me ...SLAP... down.

Although she spent a lot of time

at the neighbours house when my dad was out of town.

I didn't walk 'til I was 7,

or talk 'til I was 10.

But neither did Napolean,

according to my ...QUACK *******... doctor.

Who has certificates in frames

to substantiate his ..DODGY *******... claims.

My father left my mother,

for the love of a ...POONTANG... nother.

And I have a ...BASTARD... brother

who I've never really known.

Because m'dad moved out to colac

BULL*******T YOU FAT *******... telephone.

In primary school I had trouble making ...ASHTRAYS... friends.

An issue which has become somewhat of a trend.

The origin of which I cannot pretend

has not perplexed me.

Although my ...QUACK, *******... doctor says it's cool

and that loads of ...FAT FREAKS... ******* YOU!... kids at school

have problems with communication.

And that a course of medication

would be wise,

And combined with more honest self-expression,

could help me with my issues with emotional repression.

And at 90 bucks a session,

I think I'll take the ...THIEVING, QUACK, BASTARD... lovely chaps advice.

So I quite like ...PORN... Photography.

And books on ...GUNS... History.

and I'd like to be a ...POLITICIAN... vet.

And I feel as I get older,

I'm more in control of my violent tendencies

and when I die ...KILL... die

I'll have no regrets

And I feel that all this writing is really ...POOFY... exciting,

and my ...QUACK, DOC, QUACK, *******... Doctor would be proud.

Because I feel a lot less angry,

and I'm saying stuff out loud,

and I'm letting anger out.

Like today in our last session;

when I taught the ...QUACK... ******* a lesson.

'cuz he said I'm not progressing,

said I wasn't moving forward.

So I said, "well let's see how you move without your ******* legs."

And I tied him to his chair,

and I pulled out my machete.

And I listened to him beg,

And then I cut his ******* feet off.

And while he lay there bleeding,

I used his feet...

to kick him in the head.

Thank you ...GIGGLING *******S... very much.