My Wall

I grab the scissors
not sure what i will do
i need to get this anger out
need to keep the scissors away from my skin
i can’t start again

the wall
i’ll use the wall as my canvas
not my skin
cut into it
scar my wall with my anger
carve my feelings

two words
simple words
for a complicated soul
it’s all i need
all i need today

ugly words to most
beautiful to me
they turned out perfect
cut deep
the scar will last forever
reminding me of my anger

i’ll look back on it
remember this day
remember the anger
these two simple words
I HATE
they mean so much to me