How do you deal with anger?
Do you scream? Do you yell at those freaking souls in disguise who are so disillusioned by their own image of themselves? Do you call them mother-fucking bitches? Do you utter curses and wish them to never ever be lucky, to starve to death, or to live their lives in hell?
Do you vent your anger on something else? Do you blame the innocents? Do you blame yourself? Do you make yourself accountable to the disgusting smiles of so-called friends'? Do you actually convince yourself to believe you had a part on all hostililities? That you deserve it?
Do you express your anger in songs, in phrases in jetes and battements? Do you just shut up, contain all the rage and let them burst into a piece of performance? of angsty moves and angsty tunes?
How do you deal with anger
especially when...
you know that...
your grunts...
your tears...
your attempts to match the poker faces...
even...
your prayers...
your hope...
your birthday wishes...
DON'T MATTER TO THEIR "PIOUS" MINDS AND THEIR TEXTBOOK HEARTS?
How do you?
When in fact they don't feel your pain. Even if they do, they'd ignore.
After all...
They are artificial.
They are.
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