Mad at ...

I brushed the tears off my cheeks angrily. I was mad at myself for crying, but thankful that it was dark so no one could see them. I made my way past the very narrow dark road, that was crowded with people and vehicles of all sizes parked on both sides of the street. I angrily brushed past two teenagers who were doing a catwalk and giggling to them selves. I heard one of them cry out as my big bag brushed her, but I couldn't be bothered. I was angry at the man that made me feel worthless. But most of all, I was angry at my self for making the man wield such power over my emotions. I felt stupid all over again.

He had not just made me feel so low, he had categorized me, stamped and branded me, and put me in a box without even giving me a chance. Then he had me dispatched...

Hot angry tears rushed down my face unbidden. The more I tried to stop them the hotter and faster it poured. 

What do I want from this life?

What do people want from me?

What have I come to offer?

What chance do I have against all odds?

What is my advantage?

I left that place with one resounding thought...I may not know what I want from Life now, but I certainly know what I DO NOT WANT.

I let the tears flow freely...it helps me focus and puts things in perspective...