Who knew I could be so angry?
At all the things that would hinder me,
The people who brought destruction to me,
Persons who had no faith in me and
At a broken childhood, leading to a disruptive past.
Who knew I'd feel so lonely yet full of rage?
At everything I can't change,
The mistakes I cannot repair,
The family members outside my grasp,
The hurdles I can overcome periodically, but not always.
Who knew I'd want another life?
If I had a choice I'd change all that held me back.
Confront the people who broke me down,
And cut off any person or anything that I learnt later had the worst of intentions for me.
My years and life would be arranged in such a way,
That no false witness, bad word or thought would harm me.
I'd be a rock: strong, stable and silent.
I wouldn't feel as I do now: exposed, vulnerable,defensive...... angry.
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