Inside, I am raging.

Inside, I am hurting.

Inside, I am crying.

Inside, I am devastated.

Inside, I am heartbroken.

Inside, I am in despair.

Inside, I am confused.

Inside, I am raging.

Inside, I really am raging.

Enraged.

What do I do with you?

My rage.

My confusion.

My desperation.

My heartbreak.

My devastation.

My tears.

My pain.

My rage.

What do I do with you?

I am realizing that

I want to give you

to someone else.

Back to where I thought you came from.

Those others.

The people who hurt me.

I thought that they created it

and gave it to me.

Did they though?

I created it in response

to what they created.

I created it.

I thought that

this would be the worst thing

to do with you.

To accept that I created you.

But I did.

Yes, people acted.

Yes, people chose.

Yes, those choices affected me.

But I created

my rage,

my hurt,

my tears,

my devastation,

my heartbreak,

my despair,

my confusion,

my rage.

I created it,

to protect me.

And I am feeling so

loving towards myself for that.

In this moment.

After hating myself for it,

for so long

and

blaming it on everyone else.

So it is time.

I am so glad

that it is time.

To liberate myself.