Releasing The Anger Poem by Shame Provoked secrecy

Squeeze the hope and life out of me like a sponge,
Contort my hope and any self worth I have left,
Make me feel small and brittle with your judgmental eyes
Snarl at me with your decomposing stuck on fake twisted little grin.

Saturated in your inflated sense of self worth you stare,
You think I’m pathetic I can see it twitching behind your eyes.
Like tiny gloved demonic hands your disgust pokes and plays with me
The little devils figure nails scrape the last few strands of esteem from my fleshy corpse

You all think you’re so bloody perfect and that the sun shines out of your own backsides

Can’t you see you do nothing other than judge synthetics, you are synthetic, you are fake, weak minded, artificial, imitations of each other, of your own perfect utopian ideal.

So when I sit here happy, reading, thinking, I’m not longing to be accepted by you

When you whisper your vile thoughts to each other it makes me uncomfortable yes, makes me want to run away and push my face into a bucket of icy water to chill the red rash spreading itself over me, yes!

But I won’t ever tell you that.

I keep my salvation quiet, I alone rejoice in my falling ribbons of ruby that you can’t control, that you can’t snicker about, that you have no control over.

You don’t know everything; you don’t control anyone and you won’t ever own me.