You wanna know what sometimes makes me fly into a rage? Why do I get so “angry”? Why do I push you away, And treat you like a threat? Friend, foe or frenemy? Maybe it’s because I couldn’t even be left alone To sleep. Maybe it’s because I was violated, In every single way imaginable, When I was most vulnerable, While you just sat there, Silently judging my ‘shrewish,’ angry ways. Just because I married the guy, Doesn’t meant I ‘deserved it,’ or asked for it. Am I a bitch? You’re goddamn right, I am. But I’m so many other … Continue reading Rage