The things I hate

Sometimes, I feel the creeping of fear and helplessness rise up from my

Belly to my chest and to my throat

Sometimes, rage is there too

Not to mingle with the other emotions

But because I had THOSE emotions

But I haven't had these feelings

for so long that I'm paralyzed

From moving to take action

But if I did, it would not be 

To wipe away tears or be sick

But to curl my fist and strike

The things I hate