I feel like I'm standing in the middle of a bridge that's burning on both ends.

I feel angry at men, and society, and my ex, and myself, and God, and the world, and everything.

The anger is like a bitter fire that's warm, that builds up inside but doesn't get quite hot enough to burn me.

At this stage in life, I finally feel like an adult.

I have a ton of **** to figure out and do by myself. I have to figure out how to get a place and pay rent and apply to jobs and get experience.

Because that's what being an adult is, right?

I was always independent, and I love my independence, but this is one of those moments where people say they wish they were a kid again when life was good and they didn't have to get their *** up and do ****.

My life wasn't good as a kid.
It's turning good now.
I guess.

I just feel the burn
of having to work my *** off
my entire life
and not get a slap on the back.

I'm putting in 100% effort and getting nothing for it.

I complain about that in my mind
But nobody will ever really know
and nobody will ever really care
All I can do is write poetry about it.

The truth is
is that I'm slowly letting go of my grudges.
And that drives me insane.
My mind is fighting tooth and nail to become livid!