Get Angry
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What do you want me to do?
Have that frown on my face,
Eyebrows scrunched together?
Have my hands clenched in fists?
Have me get into your face?
Yell? Scream?
Curse like my father does?
Is that what you want?
Because I won't.
He said he wanted to see me angry.
But he didn't know,
The worst that I could do,
Is to ignore him.
And that's what I did.
He said things that hurt my feelings,
That made my hate,
Not only him,
But even myself.
I believe all of his words.
I know they are true.
But I don't react to him when he wanted me to get angry.
All of the things that he said,
Are nothing compared to the names that I've been called before.
He may have called me names.
But they mean nothing to me.
So what if it's true.
Maybe I do believe you.
I know that I am a joke.
I know that I am a disappointment.
It may hurt me inside.
So what.
He said he wanted to see me angry.
But he didn't know,
The worst that I could do,
Is to ignore him.
And that's what I did.
{Written in 2015}
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