Anger

Anger, locked up inside

Caged up tears, I try to hide

Peering at these photos, what do I see

Who are these people staring back at me?

I don’t like you very much, in fact I’m so very mad

But the anger I’m holding onto, makes me feel so bad

I don’t know why you lost me, or why I wasn’t enough

But the way you let me go made me strong and tough

I am loved, unconditionally, and always without restraint

Why then does my ability to give love and trust always feel so faint?

I know that this is my story, and you have your own

But I don’t think I’ll ever hear yours, I don’t want to pick up the phone

Sometimes I just want to scream, and yell and shout

Just sit there, empty myself and cry my history out

Other days I want to find you, fix us, mend and heal

But the schisms of my past aren’t something I’m ready to unseal

I’m not quite done with discovering who I’m meant to be,

But one day I won’t be angry, and that’s what I can’t wait to see.