I AM MAD

I am mad.

I am mad that I still can't seem to find peace.
I am mad that the first man I ever entrusted with my innocence was a no show.
I am mad at myself for holding on to that bitterness for far too long.
I am mad because it was in my nature to give.
I am mad at the world for showing me that to do so was a mistake.
I am mad at the instability that wasn't able to nurture me.
I am mad at the toxic masculinity that has made my physical appearance the sum of being.
I am mad at the women who did the same.
I am mad that my sexuality alone is a topic of discussion.
I am mad at the pretense.
I am mad at the deception.
I am mad that my psychology left me with a deficit.
I am mad that I have to try that much harder.
I am mad that my voice wasn't louder.
I am mad that being authentic can be an offense.
I am mad at the misconceptions about success.
I am mad at the snakes and ladders in the wilderness.
I am mad that love is a commodity.
I am mad that love is disposable.
I am mad at the horror stories we endure and witness yet we still remain silent.
I am mad that the little girl in me will forever be left wanting.
I am mad that we are too scared to feel.
I am mad that nothing is REAL.
I am mad that for every right there are a million wrongs.
I am mad that for this life no one had a blueprint.
I am mad that nobody warned me.
I am mad that I was born.
I am mad at society.
I am mad at youth.
I am mad about the lack of community.
I am mad at death.
I am mad at the inhumanity of humans.
I am mad at the young.
I am mad at the old.
I am mad at the dreams we have been sold.
I am mad that I get high to forget.
I am mad that there isn't much to remember.

I am mad that I still can't seem to find peace.
I. AM.MAD.