At some point, I have to move on, I have to stop complaining and I have to stop seeking refuge in my anger, it feels so out of body, to know completely when you're overreacting or starting a fight but to do it anyways, I can't diagnose why it happens, maybe its jealousy, maybe its the fact that I'm constantly plagued by the idea of a dream, the idea, while I live in reality, but not everything has to be a fight, you don't always have to think about yourself, or how the world is reacting to you, you don't have to yell just so they can hear you, I used to think I was being forced to yell, that people kept talking over me so I absolutely had to yell, but maybe I'm just loud for no reason, maybe I'm disappointed, maybe the anger and disrespect has built up so much that I just yell, even when its not necessary, is it ever necessary?
So, what's going to change, I don't know that I'll stop being angry, at life, at home, I don't know that I'll ever truly accept the things that keep me discontent, maybe no ones asking that of me, maybe people aren't asking me to let it go or to be satisfied, maybe they're simply asking me to stop talking about it, to stop yelling.
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Until she was happy
PoetryHappiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning. Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the...
