Born Angry

I remember as a child getting so angry
I would smash my face against the cement floor  
Hitting the wall wanting the rage to flood away
Gripping my nails into my arm
Punching my own stomach where the fire was
Trying desperately to contain the fire
The lava coursing through my veins
The world has no use for an angry girl
Isolation, lectures, the correction of my behavior
Stabbing pencils so forcefully through a book
It went an inch in the wooden desk
Punching a boy who cut my hair
Fighting with my brother with teeth and nails
Hatred for the world, but mostly for myself
Found in my body, in my very cells
The rage takes me over and I shake
With the chemicals coursing in my brain
People expect you to outgrow the anger
But the anger has never left me
It has just receded into my skull
And buried itself deep inside of my heart
Coming out like an eclipse of the moon
The world still has no use for an angry woman
Gods forbid you snap at people
Gods forbid if you aren't nice every day
The social backlash one gets when you aren't
Laced with sweetness fit for a toothache
I have spent my whole life battling my anger
No one talks about the rage of AdHD
The knife of depression sheathed in my heart
How I bleed in shades of pissed off
How much anger I have for myself
How much anger I have for our leaders
And the way we treat our fellow human beings
It is nothing you can see through my calm exterior
Because angry women end up in prison
Social outcasts, pruned into submission
We are the Russian olive trees
Planted amongst the gentle lilacs
Our Thorne's grown out, reaching
To pierce the flesh of the world
They demand that we cut off our Thorns
Demand we grow sweet smelling flowers
That go against our very nature
All I want to do is scream in blood curling rage
To have the entire world feel my anger
To have angry women everywhere realize
We aren't designed to be lilacs
When we are born to be Russian olive trees