Anger

I am frustrated.

The thought of you not being here

Angers me.

Yes, I don’t release the pain,

For I feel that if I do

It might hurt someone I care about,

So instead of releasing it,

I harbour it.

Lock it in an airtight place,

Nothing goes in, and nothing goes out.

Simple as that, right?

Well, it’s not,

The more I harbour it,

The more it consumes me inside.

It turns into a black hole,

And the funny thing is

It’s not sucking anything in,

It’s just throwing out everything that makes me human,

It just directs me into the darkness.

Wow, the darkness; I love it there.

There’s just something about it,

I can’t quite figure it out yet,

But it’s there, and it feels oddly amazing,

Quite comforting and familiar.

It’s like it knows me, even in silence,

Even if I need anger,

But still, something is missing, and

That’s you.