Am I allowed to be angry?

To hurt things?

Punch things?

Throw a fit?



Am I allowed to raise my voice?

To yell at you?

Insult you?

Tell you how I feel?



Am I allowed to not be perfect?

To distort my face?

Show emotion?

Cut myself to stop the pain?



Well, I’m telling you now

That I am angry.

I am angry and ready to show myself.

I am angry and want people to care.

Don’t you care?



I’m not perfect.

I have a heart.

I have feelings,

And I’m ready to show you how you made me feel.



I’m ready to yell,

To scream,

To hit,

Until I cry

And you hold me.



I’m ready to be angry

Until you tell me that you’re sorry,

Until you tell me that you love me,

Until I forget what happened

And move on.



I’m ready to be angry

Until you show me that you care.