It's times like these when I understand how she feels.
Sacrificing so much,
Pouring sweat, blood, tears.
Yet she doesn't get the retribution she deserves. Not enough gratitude, acknowledgment.
It's no surprise when a breakdown ensues.
You get angry with the world.
You see life in a tinted red; enemies scurried away in those you came to know as friends. You tend to shy away, to run; For fear of hurting those that marred your heart.
You tend to cry alone; Because crying is a sign of weakness.
Anger. Spawns a deluge of emotions, for its fiery temper, weakens the gates of control to the barrage of feelings once horded safely away.
Anger. Wrath. Rage. Fury.
Please, do not hold me hostage.
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