Now I'm feling pretty dandy though so the post won't have that same feeling. Anywho, the point was that I always feel guilty afterwards, for being all bitchy and testy, and why oh why can't my stupid conscience let a girl be angry once in a while.
Just once I'd like to go through my "rage-flash" without regreting it later, and think "Phew, that was a good mental cleansing we had."
Also, speaking of guilt, it's such a meaningless emotion. It makes you feel awful, not to mention a horrible motivator, cause when you do anything that stems from your guilt it's insincere and just.....wrong.
So this kinda old poem (that I rediscovered recently) is to all of those who long for an occasional guilt-free-bitchiness.
Note: Explicit contents.
I open a door and find a wall,
I knock it down and see a screen,
I rip the seams and pull the wires
only to find you f***ing liars.
I then bounce back to square the first,
to sooth my thirst
and hold my burst
until it cant contain no more
this violent bitch, this stupid whore.
You say its anger that I feel
and yet you never fail to steal
the random moments I feel real.
The schemes, the lies
you make me buy.
I choked, I broke
I never spoked.
You flew too light,
and ran away.
Without a fight.
I'll make you pay.
------N.C.S------
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