Anger

At those who would steal my stuff. (Hi Jazzlyn)

Anger

At those who would try to manipulate. (Hi Bishop)

Anger

At all who tease. (Curse your memories)

Joy

At eating sweets. Jolly Ranchers, intense fruitness. (For many minutes)

Anger

At a situation I cannot control, because I cannot get group-mates to work. (Burning dislike inside)

Anger

At those who judge me for my aloofness.

Then point their fingers, laughing at my flaws.

Anger

At those who do not understand love of fictional characters.

Fiction is the eyes of love. Reality glazes over with ignorance and mindless loathing.

Anger

At myself, trapped in a past full of hate.

My eyes narrow at a reflection that reveals no mercy.

Brianna Seward