I lock myself in my room; pull out a piece of paper and a pencil, and writing

I write, “I hate….” and then I write the person’s name down

I write this phrase down over and over

This usually takes me five or six pages

By the time I get to page five or six, I wonder….

Why am I doing this?

So I stop writing and leave the room with my pages

I take my dad’s lighter and go outside

Once I’m outside,

I take the lighter and burn the pages

I quickly drop them and watch my hate burn away

And if there’s a wind,

I stand there and watch the ashes of my anger get picked up by her hands