I am tolerant and merciful
I wonder if the people who’ve abandoned me ever miss me
I see the people who created the scars I bare
I want them to hurt like I do, I crave for them to break as they’ve broken me
I pretend to let things go, pretend to move on
I am tolerant and merciful

I feel anger, I feel my blood fester and boil
I touch my fingertips to my palm as I fold my hands into a fist
I worry that one day this very fist will be thrown, causing someone harm
I cry knowing that the people who’ve scarred me will never share my misery
I am livid. I am aching. I crave revenge.
I am tolerant and merciful.

I say I’ll leave it alone and let God handle it
I dream that someday I’ll be resilient, lenient, and benign
I try not to let my anger explode, though every day it ticks and ticks getting closer to detonating
I hope someday I’ll truly heal. I hope someday I can defuse my bomb
I am resentful. I am enraged. I am hurt. But I put on a facade, pretending I’m not.
I am tolerant and merciful.