wrath

what do you do when you are always told that you shouldn’t be mad? that you should keep your hatred to yourself. that your soul should be at peace. and that anger consumes innocence. where do you run to when you feel like anger is not something to be felt? is there something that holds you back when you feel like you’re on the verge of bursting out—or raging hard? "you must not perceive anger" they say. but why? does it do something that grunge your pure innocent soul? when you want to ruin everything, be messy and be a mess, do a chaotic act and be the chaos. do you feel the satisfaction? does your body shiver from excitement? does being enraged fulfill you? "a good daughter should not act so recklessly" they shouted. the hatred fuelled me up, but i should remain calm. i am a good daughter. thus, i shouldn't be shaken by something as little as insanity. these disgusting feelings are consuming me, bones and all. and i do not own them anymore. instead, they own me.