PainAnger

You may as well have punched me

the pain i feel inside

so go on-

give it another try,

i’m sure some physicality

would tear my tears

from my

stupid sobbing eyes.

But tragically

it’s pain

not anger

i’m brimming with right now.

I’m sure it’ll turn,

i hope it’ll turn

because anger bubbles and

breaks into hate, it

spits into words

and claws some sort of

closure out of red hot

emotion.

Whereas pain just drags.

Every word drags.

Ever practical

i hope to cry,

the release might do me some good.

But that won’t come.

I just don’t know

what to do

about you.