They say forgiveness is a virtue, but I’d rather keep my anger.

I’d rather yell at you until I’m purple.

Scream the words I know will hurt you.

Be brave and bold, covered in rage.

Because I know the day I feel it, I’ll drown in sorrow.

Anger, I can do. But to be hurt, and to forgive, I dont have the strength to survive that. And I’d rather keep my anger.