My default is petty,
My default is anger,
All, in order to cover up my hurt,
So as not to show my fear or my worry,
Or my vulnerability,
Instead, I find a way to DO the rejecting,
I am not used to being rejected.
To have the door slowly closed in my face,
To have the silence reverberate in my ears,
I don’t know this feeling,
Maybe it’s karma, for the damage I’ve caused,
Maybe for once I am forced to feel the pain,
Instead of causing it,
So, for now I sit in my anger,
Because I don’t know what else to do,
August 2021- R1