Anger...Love

Anger is not a color in the rainbow of love
It lies in the depths of where most don't want to tread
Or do they
Not wanting to analyze the whys of the tears and the pain
Or the wheres of it all began
She went on a quest of the confident
To discover the truth behind the self-esteem of the stars and the sun and the joy of the one
Who instead of wallowing in the cries and the sighs of the dramatic
Goes on a smiling crusade because laughter and happiness are automatic
Love of the self is the destination
But many don't achieve it
Because anger might take away love
If you let her bitter hands steal it