I wrote this poem because some people who say they care for me seem to not really care. I am sick of having that happen to me all the time. Maybe people will understand exactly how I feel if they read this poem.
A play on words in the title. Depression is anger turned inward I've been told. This poem is all too representative of what it feels like to isolate and supress anger.
Sunder:" It's guys like us who get what we want, right bro?"
Balio: "No brother. The strong always get what they want, and the weak can't do anything about it."
