attended anger

Photo by Victor Dueñas Teixeira on Unsplash

or maybe it isn’t
maybe it wasn’t
yet it lingers behind my mind’s surface
waiting for the very second to burst into flames
i play it well
the part that doesn’t suit me
a role in a play that keeps on playing
there isn’t a drug that’ll fix it
there isn’t a prayer that’ll make it go away
it’s freckle that doesn’t disappear
a thing of beauty i used to think
being able to charge
use slang words to justify
in my youth it made me queen
when i was never a princess
used wisely it could score a debate
but it’s never been my strength
or my foe
ashamed to confess
it’s always been my friend
and sometimes…
i wish it wasn’t

~lwa