My justifiable anger, the unjust weight inside my chest.
My repulsion grows every moment I relive that life.
This rage, only has a face to loathe.
When a person forces their way into your life, after being the one choosing to leave.
When a person forces their affection onto you after being the one choosing another.
When a person forces their will onto your decision and not accept your no, after having their no's gracefully digested.
Do you also feel the anger that I am feeling?
You are to accept their decision.
Their choice to walk away.
Their choice to be with someone else.
Their choice to live their life, away from whatever remnants your breath left behind.
Their choice to reject your affection.
Its their right. Its their life.
Why doesn't our no matter?
What audacity are some men born under.
I do not understand, neither does my wrath cares to know.
Selfish and forceful people.
Petrify my patience and turn me into a symbol of rage.
Do you understand this unfair adjustment.
I feel like I am with a willful sibling, who makes me do their chore, and I having a mind of equity, believe that the favor will be returned one day when it is my turn.
But no, when it is my turn to be given what I gave.
Its an infuriating feeling. I feel each time I meet a forceful person, to whom I never once forced.
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