When I was young you took my anger
Hid it in a box labeled with „pain“
And let out small bits until it escaped.
I would ask you to rein it in
But we’ve stopped speaking the same language.
If your texts ever come through
I hope you tell me that you’re walking out
That you lost the taste for alcohol
That whatever takes you over made you do it.
It might’ve been the quarantine
Or something in between bike rides
But I think I’d like my anger back.
Coach says it’ll help
So I guess I’ll just keep asking.
You act like you just sit in there
And wait for us to reappear but we know you go outside.
I should be so angry
At you and the world
But of all the things I just can’t do
This is one of them,
Because you stole it
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 9:40 PM UTC
When I was young you took my anger
Hid it in a box labeled with „pain“
And let out small bits until it escaped.
I would ask you to rein it in
But we’ve stopped speaking the same language.
If your texts ever come through
I hope you tell me that you’re walking out
That you lost the taste for alcohol
That whatever takes you over made you do it.
It might’ve been the quarantine
Or something in between bike rides
But I think I’d like my anger back.
Coach says it’ll help
So I guess I’ll just keep asking.
You act like you just sit in there
And wait for us to reappear but we know you go outside.
I should be so angry
At you and the world
But of all the things I just can’t do
This is one of them,
Because you stole it
