Mad

I’m mad and lots of people know it, and this is the last time I’ll mention it, because writing it down just allows me to archive the feeling…

I’m mad because I got fired… But I’m even madder at those managers who pretend nothing happened but who avoid me all the same, as afraid of being confronted to their own stupidity…

I’m mad because people who were so called friends didn’t call me when they should have… I expected more of them…

I’m mad because my body is exausted and is letting me down… But I’m even madder because I haven’t listened enough to my own warning system…

I’m mad because my little one needs an operation, a mild one and current one, but still she shouldn’t need it…

I’m mad, but I won’t let this feeling take me down because I’m stronger than this feeling…

And when I’m not I know who I can call or write…