nine pages

the angel on my left
shoulder
bickers all day with
the angel on
my right.
do this one says, don't
says the other.
write this,
say that, you deserve
to let others know
how you really feel.
how dare they,
how little they know
of you, or walked
in your shoes.
i breathe in and out.
exhale
slowly.
i come to my senses
shoving
the devil
out the door.
deleting the nine pages
of feelings I
wrote to get even.