I appear soft spoken and incapable of anger and hate
I am the picturesque human that appears to you as vulnerable and empathetic
I look like you're average damsel in distress, a mother-like figure, a helpless fawn in the wild that will be devoured by the lions as they can smell fear or self-doubt and a tad lack of confidence.
I could crumble at mere touch, a look here and there and I am unstabilized
I appear to others as too deeply empathetic, I should be incapable of leading or initiating, that I can't stand up for myself or others
Truth be told, I actually have a hidden stinger like someone hides their crossed fingers when they make a promise they don't tend to keep
I am short tempered and I deal instantaneous emotional pain for resolve, truly it's vengeance, an eye for an eye
I do not measure my words nor do I filter them, I choose the combination of words that will inflict the most injury with no possibility of being misunderstood, I do not care for the response or the fall out. I expect to have burnt that bridge a million times over by the time the message is received.
I will look back one day, in the moment all that matters is the anger that I don't want to bottle up in the corner anymore, I want to hold my bottle at you and let it all spill out, I want to leave you there over what has been spilt to remind you not to cause a spill again
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