Your Consequence Is My Anger

Every action in this world bears a consequence.
Did it feel good when you screamed at me?
I found the voice to scream back
and now I can't stop screaming.
Are you happy now that I'm angry?
Do you derive satisfaction from my anger?
Your sole purpose is to tell people
that you're right and they're wrong
no matter the truth.
I've found some peace of mind
and I'll be complete when I'm gone.
Your heel digs into my back
and it's crushed my spine,
but I won't let you step all over my mind
because it's my best defence.
I've called you names
and I may again in the future,
but I never hit you or kicked you
or pinched you or shook you
or pulled your hair or grabbed you
or starved you or made you eat soap
or kept you still as the boiling hot water
of the shower head hit your chest
and you screamed in fear and pain.
I never touched you, so why?
How can you say that you ever loved me
when you've caused me the most pain
I have ever felt in my entire life?
 

Rovva

QC

YWP Alumni

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