Anger

As young we are sheltered,
Protected from the storms that mislead us.
Until one day that hurricane of emotion throws us
To face the dark despair of reality.
Anger, as words look strange and
Picasso becomes natural.
The betrayal of those you deem friends.
The realisation of a manufactured friendship,
Invented to shield the loneliness.
I’m not scared of you.
Life will catch you up and fuck you over
Like it does to the rest of us.