I have become angry. I was sad, and now I am angry. I have been told you pass through stages of grief When the one who got away is indifferent Indifference hurts. So does anger. And anger is building inside me like a volcano Anger is rising to the surface like burnt milk forgotten on a stove Anger is seeping into my veins because I have been nothing but nice Nothing but convenient Yet You make me feel like I am a bother A stain on your carpet you cannot wash out A nail sticking out of the furniture, just a little Out of place You make me feel out of place I am right where I need to be Right where I belong You do not get to kick me out because I have become Inconvenient I won't accommodate you any longer I have been nothing but truthful Honest Myself And you do not get to make me feel any less than that. I will not stoop so low. I will not bow down. I am here to stay. This is my life.