Anger

My anger comes from my own actions and my own thoughts... I can come back to center. I don't want to be on your merry-go-round. ~ Miranda O

I don't have to respond.
You actually cannot push my buttons.
Oh, you know the triggers,
where they are...the empty shells
that held them, displayed them,
dared you to push. You wore them out,
watching me explode, justifying your anger
with my own. But you're left with you own, now,
for my button's disabled. Oh, it could still work...
could turn back on in an instant, but I control
the turning on, and as long as I hold my peace,
cherish my serenity, mind my business,
keep my broom on my side of the street...
the button simply doesn't work. I choose peace.