Through the twisted vines

Closet

I never could wear anger
With it's harshness
And sharp lines
I felt like I couldn't pull it off
I would wear sadness
Like a second skin
I would boast about how it suits me
And how I learn to miss match outfits
While anger was just never in my closet
As I grow older
And a closet filled with sadness
Where I've worn all my best outfits
I grew angry
Angry at the fact I was uncomfortable
Uncomfortably With my anger
With my harshness and sharp lines
I want to dress in nothing but anger
I want people across rooms
To stop and stare
At my boldness
To wear my anger out
And have people move out the way
If not risk the chance of being stabbed
I'm not scared of my feelings any more
And my closet has never been this full
I can't quite believe
How I got the chance to
Add more clothes to my closet