It was a cold winter day back in 2008
The crisp air felt good on the skin
Like when you just put aloe and stand in front of a fan
I was very frustrated at a “friend”
I walked ran over to her like life
my life depended on this moment
I yelled and screamed at the “friend” then went home
I woke up the next day like nothing had happened
Like if someone cleared my memory
I went to school wishing i had the same
anger that I had with her

I felt like an apple with no bruises
Like nothing could make me angry
I'm realized the intended was anger
at her for the most stupidest reason like
you was trying to fight a battle that if
you win in get nothing.
Nothing that's how it felt
when I got from that day feeling
not satisfied with myself

I first thought it was a curse that I
could be anger that next, trying to hold a
grudge that I couldn't like I was Harry Potter at the starting of his life
But know I realized it's a good
thing because people my age can't do it.
They can somehow carry their