You should be angry. You must not be bitter. Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. It doesn’t do anything to the object of its displeasure. So use that anger. You write it. You paint it. You dance it. You march it. You vote it. You do everything about it. You talk it. Never stop talking it.
—  Maya Angelou
Bad writing is more than a matter of shit syntax and faulty observation; bad writing usually arises from a stubborn refusal to tell stories about what people actually do― to face the fact, let us say, that murderers sometimes help old ladies cross the street.
—  Stephen King
There is so much anger in me
fury ripping like cannons
through tissue and bone and time
it’s poison, I know it
I can feel it dripping into my organs
burning and killing with acid necrotic
where do I put it so it won’t eat away
everything I am from the inside out?
I’m so afraid I’ll just erupt into flames
the second someone lights a match
to light the way
—  I’ll burn like a torch if I can’t spit this out /.w.m.w.
You woke up tangled in your sheets
again - flipping back and forth
looking for a less lonely place to
sleep. The sky turned grey and so
did the ocean. Your skin looks
sallow when you sit in a yellow
room. You are such a reflection
of your surroundings and morning
after morning you wake up all alone
wondering why your heart is just
as bitter as words you fill your
head with.
—  Rebeka Anne, unhappiness feeds unhappiness