Anger

My heart is beating harder,
It begs me to tear it out of my chest.
As the fiery blood races through my veins,
Burning each extremity with the fire of a thousand needles.
The pain is unbearable,
The hatred consumes.
As I try to be still and accept my fate.
But the beauty is calming –
I’m oddly at peace.
Although hopeless and angry and sad.
And I watch the beauty,
And I am the fire,
And they said the fire burned the beauty in our eyes.
And the hatred calms.
The rage subsides.
I’m just fucking pathetic.
I cannot stop.
I am doomed.
The pain returns,
I can endure more.
The hatred is gone.
I am alone,
I am afraid,
I am unwanted.

This is how it is meant to be.