By Shubhangi Anuragi
when your demeanor changes
with changing places
when you smile and be patient
even when you hate it
when you can't be angry
at those clueless faces
can I be angry when people don't get it?
when they show anger
you calmly take it
when you show anger
why do they get angered, why agitated?
can I be angry despite the circumstances?
when you can't blame or smash that glass
when you can't be loud against the mass
it is 'suppression' for you still don't choose otherwise
can I be angry when I'm not proud of my pathetic, cowardly self?
for every time I took a step back
for every time I held my silence
for every time I didn't extend my hand
can I be angry when they toy with my life?
when they're angry over their wrongdoing not going right
can I be angry?
when they're angry over that one lie
can I be angry?
when they bash me for only crying
can I?
when all else bends you to be calculative
when you can't be your heart's submissive
when stopping to kick a stone is a fool's directive
I guess I don't own any rights
I'm only withering in hatred, pity, and blight
I swear I tried to be better and to fight
and anger? it is a luxury
perhaps I can afford it in coming times.
By Shubhangi Anuragi
highly relatable
Splendid
The writer has truly embraced the feeling, and portrayed it magnificently.