Scars Of Innocence

III

Sadness Turned
Into Rage
And
People called
Me Rude.

When all of my rage seethes inside me, I get no place to go. I thrash in the corner , of a room of a building I shall Call home. I cry, I scream. It fall it to  silent ears. And I let it take me inside out. They say the best fighter is never angry. But what if being angry calms a little child in me, who was forced to be happy and smiley when she was damn hurt? Don't i deserve to be angry too?. From the years of life, I got to know, there's no exit button like in the video games I used to play when I was young . There won't be anyone who will hold light for you. You make the light. Turn you sadness into power. Blood into Rage for strength. Make light of happiness.
Anger is always built inside good hearts but it always makes the good heart bad in people's eyes.
You'll have people point out anger issues, rage and all. But they'll never ask or would want to know what let you to that stage. Being a girl from brown household, when I was young, I was amazed at what certain men did even after seeing streams of salty sadness flow down my face, My breathing uneven, Searching and badly trying to find peace. The reason for everything was rage. Anger. Selfishness. Read somewhere that anger is a sadness, that had nowhere to go, for a very long period. Looking at what I've become, i get now.
You know what rage ruined for me?
It ruined so fucking many goddamn things that could've been amazing. Everything just because i was raged. My mother's victim mentality and my father's rage. They are the worst combination of DNA running in my blood. You know what cue this whole combination of alphabets and words give you? Giving bad people a high five is okay, do it in their face with a chair, babe.

~To the ones who watched
Anger and rage create a raged doll out of yourself.