I am

Despised. Will you spit on me, too? As I walk by and catch your eyes that are glistening with hate. Your mouth, smiling with crooked teeth, out of pride, out of mockery, not out of kindness. Sizing me up (or down) as I walk by. Decide I am not good enough for a second glance and move on to the next person, pockets filled with cash, thousand dollar suit, black heart, dead soul. They are perfect. I am young, I am a woman. I am rebellious. I am a thinker. I am a threat. Purge me out...throw me up. Get rid of me as quickly as you can because I am destructive. I break all your molds, so you have to continually fix them. I am sad. I am quiet. I am a thinker. Yes, I am destructive. Yes, I am a threat. Wait and see.

Anger

It's a little dismaying that I feel like I have to hide my posts or be "less vocal" or "less opinionated". It makes me angry that I am expected to act like nothing is wrong, or if it is then it's something wrong with me. I'm angry that I'm made to feel like I am the one with a problem, that everybody else is innocent. Fuck it. Fuck it all.