Pages From A Paper Heart

shame

my anger makes me dangerous
and my hatred
gives me fuel.

i push and i pull
dark sensations,
resisting its rule.

anger and hatred and fuel.
i must be deplorable
to feel the things i feel.

i bend and sway
at its mercy.
gagging at its sight when it shows itself on my skin.

i'm too young to understand,
too young to express it!
And so I sit in solitude,
and try to forget it.