My truth
Anger, this evil emotion that eats up love and understanding. Yes I am human, I suffer from this emotion sometimes like every other being. But my anger rises slowly only embraced when faced with so much pain I can hardly bare. People tell me I have a temper because my hair is like flame and my words come from An intense inner strength to survive...but this is just a misconception because when you pushed me to the edge and threatened my young, you showed the world only that one element of my humanity. You drag my name through mud still to this day to hide the monster anger makes you. My world around me misunderstands and dislikes me from your lies and manipulation, I am left with nothing but scars, loneliness and so much darkness. Your anger is dangerous. It sends out poisonous words which seed deep inside me that I will never fully be able to quiet. The wounds are so wound in, so I can never truely be free. Your anger caused our babes flesh to be red for days and walls with holes and smashed mirrors and glass shattered like the broken soul you are, you tower and push to feel big, really you are small. This anger has hurt a unit so precious, that can never be hole again. Yes I got angry...but that's just the pain you caused, I yelled to beg for mercy, for love. I just want to be happy, I wish you well...why can't you do the same?
