what do you do?
when 30 years of anger rushes to the surface?
i can cry.
i can pray.
i can write.
i can break things.
it does matter.
it does need to be heard.
everyone sucks
and everything sucks
and i am so angry.
an unrefined, all over anger that fills my stomach.
makes me want my hair to stand on end.
it feels twitchy.
what i don't care to say, but know that i can
is that it does not control me any longer.
i know what it is. i know why it is.
now...
i just get to be angry.
that is awesome.
i think i'll go throw some beer bottles off the bridge.