You should be angry. You should be so, so angry, but you never are. Every time the beasts in your bones start to boil, you silence them. And how dare you. They are not creatures, they are warning signs painted bright yellow, yet you still ignore them. You should be so, so angry. But the waves in your brain are seen as a calming thing in your eyes, when everyone else can see the storm you’re sailing fast into. You can’t predict your own shipwreck. You should be so, so, so angry. Your world has been violently uprooted by people who have no business digging their hands into your dirt. How you have become more doll to toy with lately than powerful like the voodoo once infused in you. You should be so, so, so, so angry. But you’re not. You’re just sad.
an internal monologue from my favorite personal demon // Haley Hendrick (via haleyincarnate)
