Overrated

Anger.
She and I don't get along.
I avoid her.
The girl whispering nasty hush-hushes about you.

The one that thinks you do not see.

That's her.

Anger.

I pick her last.

The lazy kid with 2 left feet.

Squinting at you for kickball choosing teams.

Anger.

She finds me unexpectedly.

When I am tired.

Her fingers stroke my lashes.

Anger.

I like your cousin better.

Resentment.

To me, she's always had better hair.

Anger.

Your name never quick off my tongue.

I take.

Then rearrange only to take some more.

Anger.

Unliked.

Unaccepted.

But Anger?

Considered awefully inopportune by most.

And socially illegitimate by many.

Sometimes it feels good to meet you face to face.

Unadulterated.

Honest.

A spade a spade.

Good hair really is overrated.