I’m angry at you
For not being able to see inside my head;
I’m angry at myself
For not knowing how to show what can’t be said.

So very angry
That my veneer conceals too much,
That it obscures what’s underneath.
I’m angry, bursting
To expose and let you find
What you won’t take the time to look for.

There is a light somewhere in there,
I swear!
Worlds and worlds inside my mind,
Too far away from sight

And I am angry, raging mad
And furious, seeing red,
Because you won’t comprehend -

So very angry, going mad,
Despairing, so misread -
How much is mere pretend.

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