Heated

I hold myself very well. No one will see me angry ever. Unless you strive to make me so. I can't handle someone getting closer to me. Getting in my face will give me flashes of memory. Memories of beatings that set me off. Doing that is beyond detrimental to your health. I may be a skinny mother fucker who looks like she couldn't do shit but you get me going and i swear to god i will end your pitiful motherfucking life. I contain my anger well. But that container can only handle so much. I may come and hang out and have a smile and a strong personality that may be too much for you. but that strong personality covers up everything. It holds the sadness and anger and depression inside. Keeps it away. At night i let it all flow through me.....i feel the emotions of the day. accept them. let them go. but too much emotion at one time will get to me. will make me burst. not something i do often. but when i do i turn into the monster i try so hard to hide. its someone i don't like. its someone i never want to be....and it makes my distaste for my father even stronger. Dad this is your creation. Is this what you wanted? a monster of a daughter who will fuck someone up at the drop of a dime? I'll keep fighting it....i'll make it die.....it won't exist much longer...i can promise you that.