I feel like making a scene, like
The time we yelled at each other
In the store (most likely embarrassing
Mom), but I lack the energy to do so.

I’m just angry and I keep thinking
Of all the things that’ve made
Me angry in the past. Thinking
Of all the reactions I wish I
Had done instead of the lame
Ones I did.

Unlikely scenarios are playing
In my head. I prepare heated lines
That will probably never be spoken,
But I think them, just the same.

I’m trying to get over this, it’s
Just hard sometimes, you know?
Festering anger and unspoken words
Have always had a strong grip on my
Mind. Someday they’ll leave me alone,
Right?