I am angry.

I am SO SICK of being the bigger person.

Do you think I don’t want to sulk?

Do you think I don’t want to ignore you?

Make snide comments, act like a child?

But I don’t.

 

I think about you.

I put you first, make excuses for you; forgive you in advance.

I swallow my feelings for the price of you.

God knows why.

 

This time

 

I am angry.

And I will be angry.

And I will put me and my feelings first.

And you can go to hell.