Furious(Just to Say)

I don't feel that hot stinging feeling of anger often. If I am angry at someone, I only have a few words to speak on it. It feels unfair to the person. The only topic that once made me angry, and now makes me sad, is colonization. I remember on my roof, staring across the city from its suburban outskirts, and wondering. The mountain pulling up under tasteless concrete, signing alone. What lay under the city? What death did it cause? And further more for the entire United States? And then the Americas, and then the world. I suppose it's only natural for a teenager to grow out of anger and into sadness or content. Maybe I'm just struggling with a changing of hormones, when will that end?