Why could you not help me?
Instead you put me down;
you belittled me.
And I stuffed it all inside.
I stuffed my anger,
and blamed myself instead of you.
I felt I was back in school being bullied.
Blackness surrounds me,
and only now am I realizing it.
By realizing my anger, I see options.
Options lessen the darkness,
and make me feel in control.
Maybe it is too late,
and some options will be closed to me;
however, other options exist now,
or will open up.
I just need to see the light,
let go of the anger,
and remember I am ok.
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