prose poem

 Anger is a funny thing i think as i die it causes love hate and many other things. Oh no I'm being shot at i thought as i dove behind cover and got ready to shoot back while breathing hard adrenaline coursing through my veins should i run or not. but not to worry this is just a video game, just a good way to let off some steam and get angry at an inanimate object or a person far away for i feel the need to hurt something but know i need to suppress it because hurting another living thing would be bad. better to just sit on the couch and hurt imaginary people on a television screen or mash buttons on a controller because then there is no hurting because how could i hurt someone its just not right to want to do something like that no better to just sit on the couch and let the anger slowly fade away than to express it on anything living that would only create a vicious circle of pain and anger. to take out your anger on another person is just giving someone else your pain and then giving them anger to take out on someone. it is like asking someone to pay you back twofold for what you have done. So ill just sit here and play my violent video games so no one gets hurt. all of this runs through the mind  as i jump out from behind the wall and spray machine gun fire down the hallway but there is no one there. BANG! oh crap dead again and adding rage to the fire maybe this isn't a good way of coping oh well someday ill snap but for now I'm dead again.