Jealousy

By Austin B. Hahn

You never accomplished much of anything

Your lack of achievements are the result of you boasting about your so-called “glory” days of yesteryear

Daddy didn’t love you enough

Mommy didn’t appraise you enough

You were too dumb to be appreciative of what you did have anyway

You have a reputation for being as bitter as the apple cider you drank when you were prom queen

The stench of your nasty personality can be smelled further away than that football you threw at the championship game

Now you’re stuck making forty thousand dollars a year trying to support your children who you can’t stand because they robbed you of the life that you wanted to live

Meanwhile, you glare at the the TV screen, sitting on your ass as you eat, continuing to get fatter

You chug along through the daily grind, but you don’t care to experience much life outside of your mundane routine

As soon as you hear about someone else’s success, you’re quick to attribute it to an unscrupulous act

You would rather bring someone down than celebrate them

Don’t come shitting on my parade

Just because my life is well now, doesn’t mean it’s been a fairy tale

Even then, suffering is not a prerequisite for permission to live a good life

Because of bitches like you, I have to be vigilant

Like a parent watching their kid, I have to watch over my success to make sure that you don’t sabotage it

You’ve exhausted the time of your life by trying to take away the years of others

Funny how you look back, and you realize you’ve left nothing behind

No mark of yours to leave on the world

All you’ll ever be is forgotten

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Anger

By Austin B. Hahn

You know what annoys the fuck out of me? When people say, “Don’t be angry,” or, “Express your anger through a creative outlet or sports.” Fuck no people! If I’m angry with someone because they’re being a complete asshole, or this person is going to physically harm me, you bet that I’m going to get angry and stick up and fight! I’m not just going to sit there on my ass and let this person harass me or beat the shit out of me until I have an eye missing.

Also, another thing.

I have different sides. I’m not just “happy” or “melancholy” all day. People have various emotions. They come, and they go. I’m generally a nice person. Just because I’m angry for a moment, does not mean that I am cruel. Anger serves a multitude of purposes: calling someone out on their BS, self-defense, sticking up for anyone who can’t defend themselves, and survival. I’m not saying act on your whims. If you’re one of those people who decide that just because someone pissed you off that you’re going to hit that person, you might as well consider yourself no better than a criminal. With the exception of murder, rape, and violence, if I’m angry, I’m going to directly express it to the source of whoever or whatever I’m angry with, and then I’m going to let it go and move on with my life.

Boom. The fight is over, and instead of bottling up your rage, maybe you helped someone become a better person by calling them out on their behavior. After all, no one can expect anyone to become better if nobody gives them the chance to fix themselves by being emotionally honest with them.