I stand besides myself, outside of my body, observing
and watching as someone else takes full control.
Control over my bodily movements, control over
my verbal communication, control over everything.
The words of anger fall from her lips, gushing and
oozing in negativity.
Her name is Ms Rage and I really do not like her at
all. She is too unpredictable and often too hard to
I understand her existence, her reason for being
because sometimes anger gets results, anger puts the
bad people into their place in life and anger gets
things done. But it is not always nice.
My own presence is one of calmness, controlled
behaviour, and pleasant words with positivity.
But not her, not Ms Rage.
She would rather stab with a pen rather then write
As I aged, matured in my ways, we opened up com-
munication myself and Ms Rage.
She wasn't happy at first, her reasons for existing
valid but at the same time problematic. Then came
the day when I said,
"continue this behaviour and
you'll be in serious trouble dear,"
she did not like
the comment and started to back down,
allowing me more control over myself and to allow
for an argument with grown up words being used
instead of rubbish she use to spew.
One day came
"either write with that pen or put it
down and do one forever.
Ms Rage, hissed in anger, her eyes furious, but un-
derstanding overtook her entire being.
Ms Rage, retired that day, her pen used only for
she is still there, lingering, waiting her opportunity
to break loose,
an opportunity that will never become available
because the calmer me is more in control now.
I'm sorry Ms Rage,
but your time here is done, time to retire and time
to only write with that pen instead of fighting with
By Connie Brown