Anger.

There's a bit of swearing in this, so be warned. Um I wrote this when I was angry (oh congratulations Captain Obvious) and yeah. Enjoy?

You wanna make it my fault?

You wanna blame me?

Well, f**k you then.

You’ve made me angry, furious,

Mad.

And now you’ll get what’s f*****g coming.

You think you can control me?

Turn me into a mini-you?

Into a little girly girl who goes to church every Sunday and prays every night?

Well you’re out of f*****g luck.

I go to the church of rock and roll, of punk, of metal.

Not of pop and rap and that s**t.

I am my own f*****g person,

Stop trying to make me your own.

Stop laying the blame on me when it rests on your own shoulders.

You’ve made me angry,

And now you’ll get what’s f*****g coming to you.

Author's Note

What genre does this go in, seriously? I hate genres. Not everything fits under labels.

Reviews

[Mitch]

Got angry? Get it out there. That's why I love poetry and writing, the catharsis it brings. Always be the best version of yourself you can be. Keep writing.

[Coyote Poetry]

It is just a poem of anger and disappointment. We must stand our ground. Each of us is different. Need to reach for our own desires and dreams. A outstanding poem. Very direct and honest.
Coyote