War of Heart and Land

Guilt claws at my skin

ripping away from the outside in

while I wait for the day

that the others finally say

“We loath you–We loath you!

you ungrateful girl!”

My anger, my sadness

Should be left at the door

“Look to the east

where there is war—

look at all you have

but still aren’t thankful for!”

So what should I do?

I’m only a teen—

but denying the truth

cannot make me clean.

So guilt or ungratefulness,

What will it be?

The fuel of my hatefulness,

I cannot unsee.