I’m angry

And I want to stay that way

But I don’t want to just sit here,

Resisting the urge to pull my hair out,

Dig my nails deep into my skin,

Bite my arm and run my fingers over the grooves again and again

Because for some reason that’s soothing

And I don’t do that,

Because I know I shouldn’t,

But where is this anger going to go?

When I feel the need to do something,

And that anger always ends up landing on myself?

And I don’t know…

I tried to say something, but I don’t have the words

And my suffering is my own to keep

So what could he do anyway?

What can anyone do these days, when it’s still getting worse?