A poem and drawing by my daughter Amelia (aged 11)
Anger wants to make you hurt,
Making good people seem much worse.
Anger wants to make you scream,
You’re much scarier than you seem.
Anger wants to make you mad,
Making other people sad.
Anger wants to take control,
Then you realise you’re alone.
Now all your friends have left your side,
Anger has taken all your pride.