I have been in anger management since i was in 6th grade, it has followed me to every school and every grade till i dropped out, in the 11th grade.
Surprisingly enough im not an angry person, i guess it was because i was the type to hold stuff in, untill i exploded at small things.
Also in school my peers thought i was ret*d, and my teachers thought i was exceptionally gifted... except my math teachers
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The clown stays sad.
The ground stays hard.
With a couple pounds of migraine, a pocket full of scars.
But the face stays painted on for everyone to gaze upon
continuing the bad dream till he wakes up gone.