I thought screaming and
crying into your pillow ended after
you turn 16 but now I think that
helpless anger never goes away.
It’s like something is overflowing
out of your eyes, nose, mouth
and ears.
It feels like you could pick up a car and throw it
into a building,
listen as glass shatters all over the ground.
I am so angry.
I rolled a joint using my mom’s ****
because I have no money
and I feel a little better.
The red has turned into an orange/yellow.
But it’s still there.
I want to turn my phone off
and hide away in my tower.
No ladder, no landline no way to
reach me even though no one will try.
No one cares if I’m there or not.
They never have and never will.