My Anger

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---My Anger---

I'm angry. Why? Why you ask?
Because of one reason.
It's all because of my brother's mask.
Hell I hate this season.

My mother is so kind.
Yet so so blind.
My father is so strict.
But, when it comes to me, a prick.
My grandma is so sweet.
so sweet that it makes me sick.

Why am I raised this way?
Raised with little love, I'm not okay.
Full of discipline, but still called an idiot. All I ever hear was I'm an idiot.

Compare to me, my brother is inferior. Yet why do you treat me like inoperable?
I followed, I listened, I was obedient.
Yet why am I not sufficient?

You always stood beside him.
Not bothering that I was here.
You were never proud of me.
The efforts I did you never see.

I am angry that we were treated differently. I am angry that you cared for me insufficiently.

Why do I always appear the villain?
When all I did was trying to listen.
Why have you not seen through my brother's mask?
This what I've been longing to ask.

You guys are bad.
At me, you're always mad.
I'm starting to hate you.
I don't wanna see you.

Right now, am angry and furious.
And I don't see you being curious.
You never care anyway.
You just let it be this way.

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