I’m scared that one day
I’ll forget what I’ve always been
so angry about–
then my life will no longer
have an explanation,
my behaviour won’t
have an excuse +
my character won’t
have a reason.
If I’m not angry then I’m no longer on fire.
I don’t want to let go of my anger.
It doesn’t eat me, it feeds me.
I need it, I thrive off it, it keeps me alight, it fuels the fight.
The day I stop being angry will be April 31st.