They say forgiveness is a virtue,

But I’d rather keep my anger.

My sorrow.

My long for tomorrow.

My wish for a better life.

My hope for a new light.

The anchor holding me down,

When all around

Are people hating

And people saying their way is right.

Why must we live like this?

This empty abiss?

This way of life we think is bliss?

No thanks,

Not me,

I’d rather be free