Wrote This A While Back... Not How I Feel...

Imagine a man who gets home from work and is so troubled by what happened at work that he is filled with rage when he comes home. But there is nothing to do about it. There is nothing to exert his force on. No physical anything to consume him so he can get his anger out. No nail to drive. No ball to throw. No street to run so he can get rid of his his anger.

But...

But there is the boy. He comes home and unleashes his anger on the boy. Not physically. He does so mentally. He uses his sharp mind and his whip tongue to destroy a self esteem. He needs to get his anger out somehow and this is as good as any.

The boy now carries the burden of anger. Like atlas he bears anger on his shoulders and must carry it where ever he goes. People wonder why he is so quiet and moves so slowly. Well it's because the weight is more then he can bear.

So unleashes it. There is a little puppy in the yard. So the boy walks up to the puppy and kicks it. For no apparent reason but because he needs to. He needs to get the anger out. A few swift blows the the dog and he is spent. His anger is gone and the boy can sleep like a child. Just the way he is supposed to.

But the puppy... I am the puppy.


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