I have been so angry lately
Angry and hiding
Coping
My norm
But I am
So
Angry
Triggered by thoughts of abuse and what I took
Silently took
It's all I can seem to authentically write about
I never allowed myself to go down sex abuse road long enough to feel anything
But I'm there now
Icky and sore
I'm paranoid
Afraid I look angry to the world
Afraid of being on stage
Everything is temporary
Including this
I know
Still I'm afraid of its presence in my right now
I don't want to do anything
I want everyone to leave me the fuck alone for the next few days
I just fuck
Ing
Need a minute
I'm tired of my on voice when I speak to friends and family
Tired of pretending to be ok this week
Tired of whining about my life
This is that side of being bipolar that sucks
The feeling I know so well
The feeling that comes from who fucking knows where
The shit that lands on me
I've been feeling these fuckung ups and downs since middle school
I didn't understand it then and I'm no better at it now
So what it has a name
I would love to hear some good poetry tonight
Hear a song
Watch someone play the guitar
Hide under sweater and hat and sink into words that take me somewhere else
I will get through this
That's what I do
I always do
This is not permanent
This down down down
This thing that seems bigger than I
This thing I am never sure I can fucking crawl out of
This shit that has me crying for no fucking thing
This part right now
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