You tell me to write whatever I’m thinking
You tell me to write whatever I’m feeling
I am angry
I am angry at his graying hair, ashy breath, and orange light
I am angry at her glassy eyes, bruised veins, and sharp bones
I am angry at his fat belly, greedy hands, and pitying manner
I am angry at her spiteful words, selfish actions, and hostile tones
I am angry at the cold water, little food, and empty hearts
I am angry at their snide comments, odd looks, and disgusting terms
I am angry at the people who demand, control, and contort
I am angry at my mirror, my bones, and my stomach
I am angry at my brain, my heart, and my soul
I am angry at this world, this country, this school
I am angry for keeping it all to myself.