I have this really bad habit of not getting angry. I don't allow myself to. I shut down all human emotions. Like when a friend treats me like a backup plan, a just-in-case friend, I just shut down. I begin yelling at myself in the mirror, imagining that it's my friend I'm looking at and not me and really if they were here there'd be no problem, but before I get done with the first sentence, I stop. Breathe. Feel nothing again. Maybe it's because I think so little of myself. Even expressing negative reactions toward a friend makes me less of a person and a super ****** friend. Maybe, I've always lined up with my friend's favorite person in believing "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." Because if they try, I get back at them by not feeling at all.
I like this poem. But, before she yells at me, I'd like to say, Madison, I'm really not mad. I just overreacted and the more I wrote the angrier it sounded.