angry

Sometimes angry feels a whole lot like sad.

I don't know which one comes first.

I only know it hurts.

And I don't want to be angry.

And I don't want to be sad.

I'm just so tired.

Sad is so big and so heavy.

And anger is a prison cell.

I desperately need to escape

But I can't get away

From the reality that I live inside

From the person that I live inside

And I fight and kick and scream

And tear at the bars

Tear at my skin

Try to leave

But where can I go?

There is nowhere for me.

So the anger must be suppressed.

The fire must burn to embers

Until there is nothing left.

Nothing but a big empty hole.

And sadness floods the cell.

Because ignoring it doesn't take it away.