A Hurt That Heals

Fuck this I'm angry.

I'm not heartbroken.

I'm not lost.

I'm not depressed.

I'm angry. Angry at this world, at how broken it truly is.

I'm angry. Angry at the lies they sold us all for so long.

I'm not broken.

I'm not a mistake.

I have no regrets.

But god damn right I am fucking angry.

At being used.

At being torn apart by those I've trusted.

At always being so fucking alone.

I'm angry because I've lived my entire life in lies.

I'm angry because I never really had a fucking choice.

I'm angry because I sit alone for hours waiting.

Are you not angry?

How can you not be?

Children are traumatized and hurt daily.

Animals and nature are abused and destroyed.

BASIC NECESSITIES COST OUR LIVELYHOODS.

I'm angry at the wars.

I'm angry at the church.

I'm angry at the government.

Most of all I'm angry at myself.

I'm angry I keep allowing people to hurt me.

I'm angry I keep allowing people to treat me how they want.

I'm angry I haven't made a difference.

I'm angry because I feel like a waste.

My anger is my betrayal.

Because for as angry as I am, it just fuels the hope.

Anger is nothing if not hope.

Even misguided.

Almost unrequited.

Anger is my Hope.