You never saw it.
The anger that rest inside me.
Lucky for you, the kindness and compassion had shone through.
My anger moves aside from time to time, wishing you happiness down the line.

But should our happiness ever cross.
Just know that you’ll be at a devastating loss.

For the me you’ll see is so far from the woman who cried relentlessly from the choice you made.

How that caused me so much dismay.

So I’ll keep nurturing her, anger and all. Polishing off every flaw, wearing them proudly like a badge.

Because I have survived the hands of yet another                                      *******.

When do the hours become less daunting? When does my life become more wanting?
Which one is me? They all feel so forced. My view on everything is becoming too course.
Feelings balled deep in my chest, like a rabid animal dying in their nest.
Weeds all scattered, rigid. It's scared.
Does anybody even care?
I'll hold it close to my being.
Count the last breaths I'm overseeing.
And I'll take comfort in its unseemly demise,
Because now I caught a glimpse of how I'll die.