Anger. It coursed through her veins,
Flooding her body like poison.
Anger. A feeling so great, She felt like
The world was under her power.
Anger. He criticized her, made her feel
so powerless at the same time, for no reason.
Anger, a feeling so familiar,
It made her feel as fragile as a flower.
Anger. A feeling which long left her body.
And when she felt like everything was under control, it wasn’t.
She could never stay angry for long,
She hated herself for that.
She could never stay happy for long either
For the feeling of loneliness overpowered her.
But at the end of the day, she’d wipe away her stoic face.
She wore a mask, portraying glee instead.
And before she knew it, she’d be asleep.
Tossing and turning, as tears filled her eyes
And stained her pillow.
After all, pain was the overpowering one. Not loneliness.
Yup, a rant.