Even With All The Small Stuff
They say don't sweat the small stuff.
I try not to, but some times I still do.
They keep adding up as I keep telling the voices in my head just shut up.
Hateful thoughts becomes a common occurrence as anger builds.
You must treat it like a balloon and let the air out very slowly or it will fly off in a uncontrollable way.
Or explode all of a sudden.
To little to late.
A very common mistake.
That imprisons so many.
But I keep telling myself that will never be.
Because I won't go off unless it is to defend myself or loved ones from mortal danger.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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