Anger Disguised as Strength


I feel sad or scared maybe.  Because of how I want to intoxicate or numb and what comes out when I do so.

Coworkers hate me.  I shouldn’t give a fuck really.  Silent conversations happening all along.

I’m sick of feeling guilt for being bitchy, stern or honest.  Nobody else does.


I am allowed to express myself.

I am allowed to speak my mind.

I am allowed to stand up for myself.

I am allowed to state when things are wrong.


Most of all, I don’t have to fucking apologize.  You don’t have to like me.

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