I'm mad that I can't be mad
I hate being ignored but I just ignore it.
I'm mad that people think I don't care.
Just because I'm silent, doesn't I'm unaware.
I hate how they don't know how much they hurt me
- and I hate that I can't tell them how much they hurt me.
I'm mad that I can't be mad,
that I can't show anger or else I'll be bad.
Because it would just mean
I'm mean, selfish, rude, and mad;
they wouldn't understand that it's because I'm hurt
and that it's making me sad.
I hate that I'm full of rage,
but it says within me like it's in a cage.
Do I really deserve this pain
at this young age?
Because I don't know for how long
I can still manage.
I'm mad that I'm mad of the world,
so I would just become mad at myself.
It's easier to get done
than to explain what I've felt.
I hate that I cry so easily and my chest feels heavy,
because my heart hurts so bad it feels so thorny.
I'm mad that I can't be mad even if I have the rights to be,
because then what would people think of me?
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Things We Wish We Had Said Or Did.
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