It's Not Alright

What I'd like to say: I'm angry.

 

I've been angry for years.

 

Ever since I had a best friend

and then I didn't.

And then it happened, again

and again

and again.

 

Friends.

Family.

There. 

Gone. 

 

Do you see it? 

Your path of destruction?

How your feelings, 

create a tornado

ruining everything in its path.

You look at me 

with those tear stained eyes, 

and I feel 

nothing.

Nothing.

 

I can't coddle you.

I won't.

Its not my responsibility

to make you like yourself.

 

And, its not fair.

That you keep asking us to. 

 

You choose

if you can be okay.

I get it.

Life is hard.

It sucks.

 

No one gets through life unscathed. 

But, being caught in 

your constant path of destruction

it isn't okay.

Even when I try

so damn hard, to run away.

 

Peace.

Peace.

Keep the peace.

Be the person,

who's even,

who's always okay. 

 

It's fine.

It'll be fine.

Smile.

Hug.

Apologize.

Apologize. 

Apologize. 

Apologize. 

 

What are you sorry for?

I don't know? 

Being alive?  

Guess what?

I'm not sorry.

I'm not sorry this time.

It's your problem,

and it isn't alright.

Stop.

Making.

Other.

People.

Responsible.

For.

Your.

Feelings. 

 

I'm tired.

And, it's not alright.