It's just sometimes I feel like I've been angry my entire life
Like I've never known what it felt like to breathe without this weight on my lungs or this stiffness in my shoulders
It's like my bones were formed by this all-consuming ache
Sometimes I feel it in my hands, or my face, or my feet
This buzzing numbness
Hot and heavy and suffocating
I love my family- truly I do
But in that house I am nowhere near the same person as I am anywhere else.
I imagine my life in solitude
Lonely but at peace
My imagination circles around love and devotion rather than methods of homicide and deviation
I am not an angry person, but I have been angry for far too long