Austin Belanger writes

Angry

i have been angry for so long,

i don't even know why anymore.

the fire in my heart

refuses to be quenched,

and the barbs of yesterday's demons

stab at my soul without reprieve.

the leaves change to fire,

so appropriate their wardrobe

this time of year,

for it captures my mood to a "T".

i don't know what burns within me,

or why it persists,

save all of these memories,

and losses,

and what if's,

and what should've beens.

If only I could forget,

but then i would miss

who the hell i am!

for who am i without my demons,

and my lost love,

and my woulda, coulda, and shoulda?

i don't fucking know.

and that makes me angry.

 Autoportrait -- Antoine Stevens