"Anger is not enough"
Why can't I have the kind of anger that makes people take me seriously? The kind of anger that makes me break things and scream and appear big and dangerous? Why am I stuck with the kind of anger that makes my body itch, that makes me lose my breath and my eyes swell with tears?
Why can't it last? Why do I want it to be over so soon?
Thanks to my anger, I can reach impossible heights, but then the fall is so sudden and painful that it just leaves me desperate for the warm embrace that only this soil can give me.
Why does anger work for others but not for me?How can I make it work for me? What will it take for people to notice this pain when neither floods nor fires are enough?
What will it take you to listen to me when my battle-cry or my pleads for help go unheard? What will it take you to acknowledge my presence and to change the way things go?
What will it take you to respect me? How can I become the detail you won't be able to ignore anymore? When will I cease to be the thing you try to hide away from the rest of the world?
What kind of monstrous act of violence will I have to commit to please you- to get your attention?
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How can I make you to fear me?