Anger is
Boiling deep inside of me, a
Cauldron of insensitivity and a certain
Darkness of suppressed rage and hatred, of Events that no child should or would have to go through, of
Fear that courses through the veins of both the prey and the predator, a Growling, grumbling, gargantuan goblin-like monster, a beast released from the
Hollows of Hell itself, bringing hatred and banishing holiness from my mind all around,
Internally the chambers of the heart itself, they beat themselves numb with rage and hate,
Jolliness and happiness a deep memory within saved for times long gone in this present state, a
Kraken this state of mind this, a curse to all, a beast only to be slain by the valiant hero, only this is real life and there are no heroes, only suited men with their lies and forked tongues, anger is
Liquid rock, flowing through my veins, melted through the heat from a boiling volcano that has been suppressed and held back for far too long, only to erupt in a chaotic explosion no fidget or deep breath or beanbag chair or maybe even a therapist would possibly be able to stop, it is a
Magma, churning through my veins, floating into my head, pumping it full of helium, anger is a balloon of hate, spiraling me upwards into my head and my hatred and my disgust and at the same time it is an anchor that will keep me rooted to the ground forever because gone is the dreamer the writer the musician the smiler, here is anger and anger will be present
Now, now and forever, let me be angry and hateful in this moment, let me hug in my arms what I have right now so that it is not taken later, let me hold in my arms (fingers digging into my skin, a biting pain, like a little teeth) this anger and let it brew so that I may not have to let go of it and watch it fade just like so many other things that the
Outside world has taken from me, how I will always let it burn, the hatred inside of me because it is the one thing that no one can take, the fury that I can drown in and hold on to instead of
Pleading for happy moments, for curious times, sanity, freedom from bombardment and then I
Question the righteousness of this place, humanity, home, humans, because things are
Ripped away from me as fast as I beg for them to not go and hold on to them and so I
Stray from the light path that I promised that I’d stay on to my (?) self because they are
Torn from my grasping hands and gone forever and ever into the shadows
Understand? No, no one does, if they do, they lie, because happiness is
Vanished into the night, momentos and memories forgotten after a dream, my
Wishlist is stacked with those I lost and will never get back, it would be
X-mas if they came back but in reality no matter how much I
Yap, they will never come back, ever and I must reach the
Zen, without the things I lost because they are gone
