When Love Becomes Anger

my Lungs burn

my body kicks me out.

martyrdom-

put them first

give up my desire

I hide

my Freedom.

self-Will.

the air.

my Creativity, my joy.

How they feel,

On the sidewalk between conversations about the weather.

I don't know how to love without disappearing,

but i'm starting to wonder

if the anger is the part of me

that still remembers how to play.