Anger

Boiling in me is anger

An anger towards myself

Slowly pouring onto others

Slowly burning the humanity in me 

Changing who I am 

I look down onto the sink

Stained with blood and tears

I look down on my hands 

Stained with bruises and my blood

 bruises from fights on one hand

And a sharp blade on the other

dropping with blood from my slashed veins 

My back against the door

My legs apart

My hands on top of my head 

as I shout in anger 

as I shout I’m rage I had kept bottled up 

I pull myself together ignoring the pain

and slowly I rise to look onto the mirror 

and identify my despair 

But all I thought of way my mother 

 I saw her reflection in mine

 I saw her eyes in mine

As we had the same

But more them tearful than usual

A look away in shame

As I have failed you 

Turned out to be a failure 

and a disappointment 

As I try to endure the pain 

Received from the cuts on my arms

Each cut representing a filled bottle

For I bottle up my pain 

And only pour it out as blood

My blood