incomplete without entrapment

After all the anger carried
My shoulders have grown strong
I once carried this burden with ignorant pride
But to keep a grudge is to be unhappy
When my arms grew tired
I knew ive seethed for too long
This load became too much when
My pride disentegrated with my self respect
Im tired of holding anger for the past
So ill drop it from my shoulders..
Now im free!

Anger entraps,keeps you from your peace.So i let it go...now im in peices.It seems we are a match,anger and me.A fireplace with no fire.A gun with no bullets.A dope-feind with no dope.This is what i am without anger:incomplete.
But ill learn to live with it.Complacent and content has to start somewhere right?i guess cracked and in peices is as good a place to start as any.Nowhere to go and nothing to feel but up.