I carry it with me.

Anger.

I carry it with me.

I carry it within me, deep.

I am angry at you.

I am angry with your empty words.

I am angry with your delusions, your lies, and your heartless actions.

Anger.

It is with me always.

It is hate. It is unforgiving.

It is mine.

My anger is mine.

It motivates me. It feeds me. And it is mine to keep.

I carry it with me always.

When I sleep. When I wake. When I work.

When I talk with you.

When I look at you.

When I think about you.

Not a single happy memory, nor a million happy memories with you can change it.

It is anger, and I carry it with me always.

You are fed by greed, by lust, by everything that’s wrong.

You will eventually fade. Nothing will brighten you, and you will be lost.

But me, I am fed with deep unforgiving anger.

I will burn bright.

Vengeance is the Lord’s and he can have it.

But this. It is mine and I carry it with me.