Submissions by Notaprettypoet (Isaac)

I, am angry.

And you know,
not all of us have the iron skin of the three hundred spartans who stood against the persian hordes all alone all on their own.
While you laugh and smile alongside your comrades there are those of us who scream ourselves to sleep at night,
wondering when the next bottle of pills
The next dose of drugs,
The next hateful word
will be thrown at us with a veiled contempt only we seem to be condemned to see.
And the thoughts that follow make me angry,
angry with the world and it’s kaleidoscope of colours and...