Sometimes you feel like a fist.
Other times, you feel like the ashtray after a party
no one invited you to.
Both are fine.
Just don’t throw the fist
or eat the ashtray.
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You can cry.
It doesn’t make you weak.
It just means you are hydrated.
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Anger is a hot beast.
Pet it. Name it.
Put it on a leash
before it chews through your math teacher.
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Breathe in like the world owes you money.
Breathe out like you’re never getting it back.
Do this five times
before setting anything on fire.
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Use your words.
Not your fists, your feet,
or that disturbingly accurate drawing of the principal
you keep hidden in your desk.
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You are not your feelings.
You are the cracked cup holding them.
Still useful.
Still capable of holding tea. Or rage.
But preferably tea.