Anger
Today, I'm filled with anger towards the world, feeling repressed and regretting my past.
My rage is directed at the chaos rising in the reckless world.
This anger and frustration create a toxic weight, festering within the flawed facade they call
call society.
I reflect on yesterday's when my step-brother took my innocence- a day marked by the
onset of sexual abuse and assertive dominance.
He crushed my innocent adolescent dreams on that day.
To this very day, anger drives and hurts me, reminding me of those past accusation's
that haunt my vulnerable youth and inner child.
Why me? Why choose to abuse with such alarming frequency? This feels like a cruel twist of
fate.
I am angry at you; I am angry at the world today.
My step-brother's simmering anger shook my entire world that day.
In this chaotic world, his anger became a corrupt companion, echoing through every
empty room.
I still hear his voice- the manipulative whispers of a marauding predator.
My anger unleashes a torrent of tears, reflecting on the years of turmoil and trembling
thoughts.
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