Anger and anxiety are cousins of mine. One a bastard the other a coward. I never visit but they come I due time. No, my answer, but they enter at any hour. ~~~~~~~~~~ Anger rages, says we never hang out. Anxiety clamors, worries we aren’t close. I tell one to leave but we always shout. The other, I admit I cannot help him cope. ~~~~~~~~~~ My cousins are family, but I didn’t choose them. In fact I would do better to lose them. One cranky the other depressed. When we get together it ends in a mess. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Anger demands we get retribution, No matter the fault, no matter the means. He says that is always the best solution, To batter your foe and squash them like peas. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Anxiety says that may be worth a try, but, You cannot, what if, how will, and if then? Is there, they will not, because of stuff. There isn’t a good formulation to an end. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Anger and Anxiety are cousins of mine. One a bastard the other a coward. A refuge from them I cannot find. And my life they have forever soured.