When I grew up, although it was tough at times,
I couldn’t see any other attitude to live by,
My Mum would regularly be complimented on us four children,
and in particular
my cheery disposition would be commented on.
Now, when I try to think of how to communicate just how I feel,
– remembering that Depression is not an emotion –
the strongest emotion that I have,
And the strongest visual I can give you
to demonstrate this anger
is the Incredible Hulk.
And I am angry!
Angry to the point of rage.
I am angry at
injustice, at bigotry,
dictators, corrupt police,
unethical banks, human trafficking,
paedophilia, rape, child abuse,
bullying, greedy wealth,
. . . . and so much more.
I know a lot of people in the world,
other than me,
get angry about these matters,
but I am filled with a rage
that is disproportionate to the affect that I can have on them.
I can’t CHANGE these things!
I read all the words and posters and images
on the interweb, and in books and everywhere,
that tell me to
“be yourself – everyone else is taken”.
But sometimes I don’t want to be me.
I don’t want to be angry at all the injustice I see
And I can’t be blind to it.
I can’t be ‘at peace’ with it.
What am I suppose to do?