I am so angry all the time,
I try to be peaceful,
I try to be soft.
But my heart is bruised,
and my hands shake,
and I no longer remember what it's like to be safe.
I try to be honest,
but I'm afraid,
I'm afraid one day I'll get so angry my tongue will loosen and everything I've been holding will come flooding out.
I'm angry.
How could you choose your god over your child?
How could you yell and punish me because I'm different?
Why couldn't you love me like the others?
I'm so angry.
But mostly I'm tired.
I'm tired of hiding,
angry I have to hide.
Tired of walking on a fine line,
angry that line is there.
I'm tired.
I'm angry.
I don't want this 'bravery' that was forced on me.
I want to be peaceful,
I want to be soft.
But I'm angry,
and I'm too tired to change.
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Drowning
PoetryBefore we start there are numerous trigger warnings for homophobia, depression, death suicidal thoughts, and mild implied eating disorder (its not very obvious at all but better safe than sorry.) But, even though in the beginning its filled with sor...
