MY ANGER HOUSE

'Rage'  by  Trish

MY ANGER HOUSE
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Today's the day I'll tell her 'you old witch,

I don't care if all those crazy operations,

have taken all your insides away, and

left you looking like a skeleton  forever!'

I'll say, 'do you hear me you horrible mother!

I don't love you any more! I don't even like you any more!'

And I'll say as well, 'I hate how you and that
potato headed father of mine, spy on me
when I say my prayers at night.
I know you both tip-toe away and laugh about me.
If you were good and kind, like some other kids mums and dads are,
you'd help me when I'm frightened, and you'd know about
the old man who lives in the back room, and send him away'.

And another thing I'll say is 'I'm too little to be left on my own 

in the house, until its dark, and late as late,

and I have to run as fast as I can down the longest darkest hallway,

and jump into the big double bed, between, my two, sound asleep,

little brothers. Even though they feel warm, I still

listen and wait for the old man to come and get me.

You see! it's all your fault! You hard hearted, selfish ignorant,

wicked!...... poor silly souls!!' But I can't say all the things I think,

because, I'm still too young, and still, frightened of my witch mother,

and of my potato head father, and worst of all,

even if I was brave enough, I can't speak the words,

because,     because    I have     hardly    any     breath   left, to breathe    with........

Tushie   7/8/94