Anger

They curse at you for fighting

Shut up and sit down

So that’s what I did

I shut up and I sat down

But what good did it do me?

All it gave me was a few scars

And all it gave me was the ability to hide

Not like I needed that

I am a master of hiding.

Slipping away unnoticed.

They curse at you for fighting

So the only thing I fight is my own satisfaction

Trapped in an endless cycle of fear and blame

Now all I feel is anger.