Anger

Why do we get angry?
well, I always wondered this...
so I did a little thinking, and found somethings out.
When I'm angry, I'm rash, uncomfortable, unkind, sick, maybe even a little nauseous, ugly, mean, jealous, bitter, and I'm pretty sure, I'm glaring like 99% of the time. And well that might not matter now, but in like 60 years it will be a problem... it'll give me wrinklies! :O
What do you gain from being angry?
I personally gain, a bad reputation, and a bad feeling.
Oh and did I mention, that after you are done being angry, you get a gift basket for free, filled with remorse, guilt, and embarrassment.
So I have decided not to be angry anymore.
How? by letting things go. I know that this is going to be a challenge for me, but I'm going to accept it, and deal with it. I even already have.
Once upon a time, me and this one girl didn't get a long, she would start rumors about herself, and blame them on me. She would always cry for attention, in the worse ways. And she wouldn't accept anyone's friendship, even if we were on our knees. Well I got a little upset at her, just a little seed, planted in my heart. Over the years. That seed began to grow, and the violence of it would show. The seed one day, grew into a nasty ugly flower, that had blossomed. That little angry, had grown to a flower of hatred, and anger. I tried cutting it out, but it wouldn't work. So what did I do to get rid of this terrible flower?
First, I desired it to be gone, forever that terrible feeling, I would have whenever she was around me. Second, I cryed, cryed and mourned of what I would have to go through. Third, I acted, I got on my knees, and I prayed with a heart full of desire, and love, and change. I so badly wanted that feeling to be gone! After weeks of this, I noticed that the feelings were fading, into a numb feeling. And the flower inside of me had begun to die. It was working, that magic tool was working. :D I would cry, and pray in relief that it was going... but I still prayed, and cried, for it to keep dying.
After a while, it was gone, the flower, the stem, and roots, were all gone. And all that was left was a little hole. For a while this hold wasn't filled, with nothing but numbing.
But now it is filled with a little seed, a little seed, of the greatest thing in the world.