There's no death to wrath,
Never will there be,
Because wrath is important,
And will never set free.
It's good when you feel angry,
When you trip, or lose, or fail,
It's good when you feel mad and cry,
Only then does your pain retire.
If you lock up all bad feelings,
Jealousy, sadness, wrath,
Your heart will just blow up some day
And injure your loved ones.
(A poem for my older sister, who was ready to commit sucide after two months of bullying...luckily, I prevented that '._. )