Anger (poem)

Standing in self-hatred, drowning in her dried up tears.

Looking back on her life, the time wasted these 20 years

Starving in a wasteland looking for love, affection

Turning to any next man for some much needed attention

She knows that out here this isn't how it's supposed to be

But that doesn't stop the anger, the red dragon you've set free

She's angry to a point, damaged to a fault but you can judge cos it's easy

You're not the girl getting fucked, being treated like you're sleazy

Starting to get this picture where all men are nothing but evil

But she knows she can't say that, because that shits too medieval

But she knows this started when he got the kids he wished he never had

Started with a complex that though she must have a father, she doesn't have a dad

It's created this tsunami anger, destroying everything in its zone

But like angry tides the moment is soon gone, and she's left alone

Pretty sure she's got daddy issues, and a fucked up cynical view

Been taking lovers and just plain fuckers trying to comfort screw

Yeah things are getting a little vulgar, but that's her current disposition

Telling me about the bathroom fucks, the kitchen tables she's been breaking in

Stopped thinking of herself as a woman, and more like a cheap walk in closet

Stepping in, locked doors and bedsheets like an orgasm is your deposit

Seems they come and go like the seasons, but leave her cold as a winter skyscraper

Looks like the only comfort she'll have tonight is this contained anger and her vibrator