Freezing, not from the wind but from your icy blood, your icy stare. You sit & judge from your perch. Cut me with your words. Bleed me dry.


So tired of this dance. My feet heavy. My eyes drained. Yet you twirl me till I'm dizzy. All the life of me if is gone. But I will fight on.


You may bleed me and fight me. You may mock and judge. But I am Anger. Anger is me. I will survive as always. #angereatsme