Today I am angry
I feel the slights of the world
like shards of glass
on a naked sole
Today I am angry
for I sought comfort
on a medium
that proved me wrong
Today I am angry
I rage at occupations
and pointless traditions
that exhaust my soul
Today I am angry
because under it all
you aren't beside me
to walk along
I rage at the faces in the crowd
I rage at the people, clear and loud
It's not stupid or callous or dumb
My rage keeps me from being numb
The flames of wrath burn bright
hiding my true self from sight
All you see are the white-hot embers
but not what my body remembers
I wish to break, crumble, and destroy
every being and every joy
But I don't do this out of mirth
it is to bury a deep hurt
Today I am hurt
by the voices in the crowds
like tiny cuts
on a bare soul
Today I am hurt
for I sought comfort
from strangers galore
who proved me wrong
Today I am hurt
I yearn for meaning
and forged bonds
and a filled bowl
Today I am hurt
because under it all
you aren't beside me
to walk along
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