it's trapped in me
at my mother for being selfish
at myself for being unempathetic
no one can understand
they will not listen to my screams
they will pat my shoulder and let me cry
but they will not let me be mad
at myself for not taking in more
at my mother for not preparing me
they whisper the same three words in blue bubbles
and ask how I am to make sure I say ok
confirming I never share the truth
how I want to share it
how I want to tear at the throats
of those unable to do the one thing they claim they can
of myself for believing they didn't do all they could
in my anger
I live.
in my anger
you die.