I’m not mad I’m just passionate

January 31, 2020

My eyebrow raised

My body filled with rage

Biting my lip

Ready to state my case

But I don’t

I sit back and take it

Daring to ball up my fist

Feeling like an enraged bottomless pit

Now I’m uncomfortable

My new approach for handling this well-known situation is incomprehensible

As my breathing begins to weaken

My heart starts speeding

I start thinking of everything except the everything that has meaning

Like “I HATE YOU” “YOU MEAN NOTHING TO ME” “GO TO HELL” “I NEVER LIKED YOU TO BEGIN WITH” “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!”

Now my soul is reading

Reading the words that my flesh have been feeding my mind from the beginning of time

The hate in my eyes

That keep my spirit paralyzed

Fog is forming around me

I can’t see

I can’t feel

I can’t think

Not clearly....at least

Because I’m ANGRY

YOU MADE A FOOL OF ME....again

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