Ms. Anger

She is dressed in an orangey red and glows with heat and distressed sins.

She whines and moans every time something seems wrong or unfair.

She pisses people off and messes things up.

She ruins and builds.

She is bipolar and loud.

She is anger.

Her red fiery dress blows in the wind and smacks against her six inch black stilettos, oozing with messy love affairs and stereotypical insults.

Her black hair goes with the wind, but not without a hard and lengthy fight. They argue and hit. They yell and scream. They are anger.

Her arms hang limply at her side.

Lifeless and pale.

They symbolize all the people that have been killed because of her...

Because of anger.

Anger's long money- colored nails stand for all the lies the government has let push brought their lips. The lies that have been spoon fed to society to gag their raging honesty and passion.

She is anger.