Why am I mad?

I get asked almost everyday "why are you so mad all the time?"

"Why are you so negative?"

"Why do you always asume the worst?"

"why? why? why?"

I have a lot to be mad about.

I'm mad at my father for doing drugs and being an alcholic.

I'm mad at my father for tourturing me as a child, for abusing me, my siblings, and my mother.

I'm mad at myself for not being able to stop him.

I'm mad at my mother for taking so long to leave my father. 

I'm mad at my mother for getting depressed after the divorce.

I'm mad for having to be a stand in parent all through out my life. 

I'm mad at myself for not being able to say no. 

I keep getting told that when you go through hell at a young age, you will have a good adult life. 

I just turned twenty and i havn't seen much good, yet. 

I'm mad at all the stupid people in this world. 

I'm mad that i have to work my way through college. 

I'm mad that I can't depend on anyone but my husband. 

I am a mad, angry women.

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Comments

Sevwandhi

wow... This seems you have gone through everything in life. I love this poem. Nice

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