Silent Anger
You see me as some quiet smart person. The one who will get you through projects and make teachers happy. But sometimes, it’s like that’s all you see. I’m quiet. That is my label. To you, I’m the mute kid that barely talks. I warm up to people, but still, they always see me as practically silent. Maybe I’ve been shedding the label in the past few years, but I guess you'll always come back to it. And apparently if I'm silent, that means I'm have nothing to say. No opinion. Nothing. Well I have news. I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY. A lot to say, actually. Just because I’m not shooting my mouth off every time opportunity presents itself doesn’t mean my opinion is as wispy and nondescript as clouds. Maybe if you got to know me, you’d know that. The thoughts in my brain, my feelings-private. But boy, your opinion of me would change if you ever paid enough attention to hear it. I’m filled with rage. With anger. Sadness. Loneliness. Happiness. Jealousy. Thoughtfulness. Love. Bet you didn’t know that. I get angry. Really angry. You probably think quiet people, especially me, don’t get angry. Don’t get into fights. Well guess what? I do. I get mad. So mad, you wouldn’t believe it. Poison seeps into my thoughts and contaminates my brain. The things I think are thoughts nobody is supposed to hear. I have so much to say. Hate, anger, love, everything inside my brain waiting to burst out. Maybe one day it will. But even though some comes out in waves, little trickles, you’d never know. Nobody ever seems to pay enough attention.
Thought About It
I guess I never thought about it
I think about it all the
Time
Everyday is like the last
Getting worse at reliving the past
Visiting my vast cemetery of
Dreams
Waiting for relief
I'm surrounded by hate
Trying to love
Everybody's so fake and
Reality
Has mugged me of
Comfort
I guess I never thought about it
I think about it all the
Time
Psychoanalytical take this
Politically correct little pill
So you can feel better about
Being who you are
The pills will make things better
The pills will hold your hand
I guess I never thought about it
I think about it all the time
Life, death, tricks, truth, lies.
Stars. The sky. Grass. Rivers. Boats.
Windows of glass. How the days,
hours, minutes, seconds never seem to last.
Regrets, Believing lies, Hiding truth.
As if you care.
Never mind.
I guess I never thought about it
I think about it all the
Time
Musings
i don't
belong
leave me
be
would anyone
care if i
disappeared?
don't
touch
me
i can't let
you
near
could anyone
love
me?
could i ever
love
what's wrong with me?
why am i
different
i don't
feel
like others
feel
what's wrong with me?
i don't want to
be
why do i
be
what if i wasn't
be
why am i so
afraid?
Logic It Like a Vulcan
Professionalism = the sad mix of polite regard and cold courtesy that keeps my primitive urges in check
As a youth I never talked back or argued with my parents. Ever. It sounds absurd, especially for a teenager, but I had my reasons which I'll set aside for a make-believe therapy session on another day.
To date, I still suck at expressing rage or anger. I often do, but not directly. I avoid confrontation like the plague because I have no idea how to handle it. Part of me feels like I'd crumple into a ball; another part of me feels like I'd knock someone out. Since neither outcome seems great I avoid it altogether.
Most of my day-to-day interactions happen at work, so it is here that my inner thoughts tumble and roll like socks in a dryer. It takes time for my emotions to catch up to me - a glib comment, a simple request, an innocent remark here or there will not stir me until my mind has had time to toss it about and determine how it feels.
This leaves me at a disadvantage in most social situations, because I can't quickly or efficiently state what bothers me. For example, I may be asked to assist someone with their work.
Outwardly, my initial response is: "Sure, I can help with that."
Inwardly, my thought process goes: "Wait, how come you're not handling this yourself? Everyone else does. And how come you asked me and not that guy? This isn't my job or even his job, it's your job and you should be taking care of it. You've got more seniority than either of us, WTF! I am NOT a hired nanny, learn to manage your own damn time! You're sitting back there doing nothing most of the day and I've already taken care of five orders in the past two hours, what are you even DOING with all your time?? God, you probably make more than me too, this is such a waste of my potential - why doesn't management call out or check any of this shit---"
-- and so on and so forth.
The problem here, really, is logic. Buried beneath the towel cycle of my thoughts lies the little dryer sheets that smooth everything out. My colleagues need better time management skills, sure. I need to learn to say no when I have enough on my plate, that's on me. Seniority grants little perks like delegation that I just have to live with, I get it.
Therefore each day I steel myself and try to remember:
Vulcan it out.
Hold those pesky emotions in check that don't get you anywhere but to the bar after work.
Analyze your response and the situation from a third-party perspective and identify what you can control, and what you cannot.
Eliminate factors that muddle your thinking and bog you down with unecessary grief or resistance, such as high expectations for others or yourself. Keep it basic.
Identify logical, non-emotional responses that address your concerns without expressing undue remorse or judgement - such as "I'm afraid I am working on this other project right now that needs done today, but perhaps someone else could assist you?"
I'm still working on my Vulcan meditations. I dream that one day my blood will run green enough I will succeed in conquering my emotions and addressing the small, illogical forces that drive them.
Rather than launching the McCoy-style rants that sour my beer instead.
Alone Time
Can’t escape
Crave, want, need
The sense of peace
Being alone
On my own
All the pressures
In this place
YOU call my head
I call MY HELL
The Unknown!
Sitting there
Asking yourself
Not Why
But what the fuck!?!
How!?
How did I
Become
So STUCK!!!
WAKE UP!
You scream, yell
You cry
Saying things aloud
You swore you’d never tell
Trapped in your mind
Stuck in this cell
Breaking up
Nothing but yourself
Slamming down
Those hands of yours
Full force
Staring into your reflection
Falling
More and more
Why am I not better yet?
FUCK MY LIFE!
I should be dead
Then time ends
And I’m not alone anymore...
Written by Michele Del Russi
highlight painted on her cheeks
everyone is holding cups filled with a mix
of a thousand types of alcohol
and my friends come up to me,
but i don’t know what to say
because all i’m thinking about is
how gorgeous she is and i can’t stop myself
from stealing forbidden glances at
her because god, her smile is something else
the way her wavy bobbed hair dances in the evening breeze is
something else
she calls me over and i think
i amost faint
at the sound of her voice
because despite being friends for a year,
today it hit me like those first highs
today i stop ignoring feelings for someone
who’s not a boy
even though the world doesn’t know yet,
today i know
Bite
I hold my tongue,
God only knows how much,
How many times,
I fucking hold it.
All the time,
I mean...
The absolute shit,
That dribbles from their lips.
I can only grin and bear it,
Barely able to bare it.
And I hate to be wrong.
Everyone knows that.
And I don't know if I
Just used bear or bare right.
And it fucking bothers me,
But I wont bother looking it up.
Can we take another moment,
To honor my moments of silence..
Honestly other people,
And their otherworldy opinions.
Who raised them,
And did them so wrong,
That they can't communicate,
Or bother giving a fuck.
I want to know,
So badly.
How most people got so far,
In life with that fucking attitude.
And that lack of...substance.
I'm so full of substance,
And unsaid words.
I'm nearly drowning in it.
Where Do I Go From Here?
Help.
Help me, I'm stuck.
Stuck in a place where no one knows anything except me.
Stuck in my mind.
You're the only one who can save me.
Only you.
Time.
Time is running out...
for you and me.
We don't have to stay here.
These thoughts take me to a place where no one knows anyone except me.
And I'm stuck.
Help.
Help me.
Forever.
You said forever is all we need,
but you're not here now.
I need you now.
Stuck in a place where no one knows anywhere except me.
And I need you,
not me.
These thoughts conquered me head.
I can't spell them out for anyone,
not even you.
us
I think we're all speaking different languages, here in this room. You think you know what I'm saying, but you answer the wrong question. We think what we want and say what we think everyone will understand. And sure, we can know what everyone is saying, but can we know what everyone is thinking. What you really wish to say, will never be known to us.