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I'm pissed about a few things and just been silent about it, some AO stuff (no one with anyone here) and some RL stuff, so here it is:

My Independence

I’m sick of you
I’m pissed of having to follow you
I’m upset that I help you
And when you’re done all you do is more on.

I’m sick of being used by your
I’m pissed of having to use your rules in this game
I’m upset that I stay to clean you place
But I don’t even get a number to reach you

I’m sick of having to aid you
I’m pissed because my day is ruined by you
I’m upset because all you do is bitch and moan about
You

I’m sick of you being a selfish little bitch
I’m pissed because you stayed when it was good
I’m upset because you left when a small wave came about
And all you did was worry about you

I’m sick of not following myself
I’m pissed because I carried you
I’m upset because I worried about you
And your dumb ass and all you did was use that courtesy to make YOU feel better

So what about me?
What about my needs?
I hear yours and understand but how does that help me?
A friendship is a two way thing ain’t it?
So what about my way
Or are you here just o use me
Over and over again

I’m sick of being a marketing tool for you
I’m pissed because I’m just nothing to you
I’m upset because you use me as a way to make you feel better
Just another minority you know so you don’t seem racist

I’m sick of being judged by the media
I’m pissed because I’m nothing like them
I’m upset because you judge me the same
And in the end, to you I’m just another black nappy haired man

I’m sick of being misclassified
I’m pissed because I’m not black, I’m Hispanic goddamnit
I’m upset because I’m just like you
American

I'm sick of being forgotten by you
I'm pissed because all you do is apologize
I'm upset because I told you ahead of time
And you did nothing at all to realize

I’m sick of being attached to you
I’m pissed because I’ve had to rely on you
I’m upset because nothing has come out of it
So I’m claiming my independence

With a middle finger in the air
My fourth starts on the fifth
With a telephone message to you
“FUCK YOU”
--Written by: Leo A. Newball Jr. (Tharkael's Real Life Name)

Wow, that's definitely some anger there, duder.

Hope you're okay.

*flips off the world as well*

Fight the power, y0.

Yeah it's cool, we all get a bit angry at times, so instead of going out and wrecking someone's face or doing something stupid to land me in jail, I write poetry and just get it out of my system and then live on with life

That's a fantastic way to handle it. See, i just bottle it all up, deny it exists, act like I'm fine, then later go on a self-destructive streak. My last one lasted exactly one year.

Oh well, at least I'm not the Hulk, or Orson.

Edit: Dude, your last name starts with "Newb"? That's AWESOME!

/claps

Great poem, and that is a wonderful way to deal with rage. woot woot

My personal rage release is killing npcs in a video game pretending they are the people i hate. the problem is that if I die instead of the npcs.. oh boy you don't want to be around me then.

/gasp

Oohhh boy Lazy may just get /angry /angry /angry when he gets to reclaim

way to go Tharkael

/me makes mental note not to go near Lazy when he's at the reaclaim