TW: anger issues, social anxiety
Anger, a force so controlling, so toxic. I don't want to be touched, I don't want to hurt you. I'm sorry! Why did I deserve that? I'm sorry. Why did you do that? I'm sorry. I'm sorry!
Anger, fear. Aren't they the same? Most times I find that there's something else lying underneath my anger. But anger is always there. I don't know how to make it leave...
... Are you angry?
What are you mad about?
What rubs you the wrong way?
Are you... like me?
I'm always angry, but I know I shouldn't be.
I'm unreasonable
I'm unstable
Unlovable
You shouldn't be here, I'll only hurt you. You don't need me.
But you stayed anyway, even when everyone else left. Do I... deserve this? Do I deserve you? Surely I don't.
I'm scared. I'm sorry I yelled. I'm afraid of you. I don't want you to leave. Stay... please?
Please don't leave.
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Ode to Life
PoetryIt's chaos to figure out how to live. To love yourself, to love others, to create, to destroy. It's just life. But maybe... just life isn't a bad thing? You can't have good without the ugly. This has all my poems combined, this'll be my only poetry...
