This is a poem i wrote in 9th grade...

Anger takes her fist and bashes in the wall
She takes a wooden paddle and smashes it all
She smiles at your tears
and cowards at her own

Anger sits on her high horse and never
       Comes back down
She dreams of taking your breath for her own...
only because she is jealous.

Yes, this poem is a bit creepy but i'm sure it has meaning to someone.