Anger is never far
Sitting at my table
Scream tears through the air
Head jerks up
Body trembling
Lying on my bed
Footsteps on the stairs
Breathing stops
Know where he's going, what he's thinking
Ear on the door
Whispering downstairs
Getting angrier
Quietly backing away
In the living room
Raising his voice
Running to my room
Praying the lock will hold this time
Outside in the garden
Does he not know shame
Cherry tree between us
Which way will I have to run?
The way he breathes
He's getting angry
The way he looks
He's irate now
The way he walks
He's mad
The way he raises his voice
He's furious
The way he screams
He's livid
The way he gets silent
He'll be raging next
Nowhere
Away in personal fog
Might be trembling, don't know
Might be scared, don't feel
Back in my room
Feeling weird
Over for now
Will start again
Anger returns
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Growing up with a parent having anger issues is not easy. If it were, I'd have gotten my CPTSD a few years later in life.
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It does get better.
PoetryPeople say it will get better. But to be fair, most of them never were in your place. They say you will get happy again, but how can they know? I've struggled with trauma, mental illnesses, and self harm for many years. These are (mostly) poems - ab...
