Anger kept me safe. Love left me bleeding.

Writing poetry has truly been a lifeline for me, especially when navigating overwhelming emotions like anger and hurt. When I feel like I'm losing my own sanity, putting those raw feelings onto paper, like in a short angry poem, allows me to process them without letting them consume me. I've often felt like anger was my bitter friend, a sharp tongue that could keep the monsters away, protecting me from further pain. It’s a peculiar thing, isn't it? How something as powerful as anger can feel like a shield, especially when love, which is supposed to heal, leaves you feeling so vulnerable and bleeding. I've spent so much time searching for something – belonging, acceptance – but sometimes it feels like I'm searching for something I'll never find, especially when my past experiences have rooted so much in hate and disappointment. This internal quarrel can be exhausting. I’ve found that creating an emotional image through words helps me understand these complex feelings better. It's a way to confront the truth behind the veil of expectations and acknowledge the pain without judgment. It's about recognizing that love has left me for dead at times, making me question my very existence, and yet, there’s still that deep yearning for it. It's a constant quest for understanding how to find connection when you've known so much hurt. Perhaps others have experienced this broken chain of trust and affection. This journey of healing isn't linear, and sometimes, those angry poems are the only way to articulate the battle within. It’s about acknowledging the past where anger protected me, while simultaneously reaching for a future where love can truly heal. I’m still learning to navigate this, hoping to unravel the knots of past trauma and finally find genuine belonging and acceptance.