Am I My Dad?
I was so angry
and I was so sad last night.
It felt like everything was just too much.
The only thought through my head
was wanting to punch something,
anything.
And I knew in that moment
that I was my father's daughter.
Not being able to control the rage inside
that the only option seems to be my fists
and screaming until it is all released.
I just wanted to punch the wall,
just like he did when I was young.
Litter the wall with holes
for something the wall didn't even do
and didn't even deserve.
I just wanted to yell and scream at someone
until they felt as bad as me.
I wanted them to feel broken
and hurt
and worthless just like me.
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