One for Sorrow Monologue - P2

I recently did a monologue from the play One for Sorrow by Cordelia Lynn from the character of Chloe - which there is a link for at the beginning of the video. After having learnt that text I was really curious about the play itself and so decided to buy it and give it a read and guess what I LOVED IT! I also discovered that the character of Imogen had a lot more depth to her than I first realised and I became obsessed with her relationship with the character of John.
I loved it so much I decided to revisit it for a Monologue competition for the company Mousetrap hence my awkward introduction.
Sorry to ramble but this is such a beautiful monologue and I adored it. So yeah this is Imogen's monologue from One for Sorrow by Cordelia Lynn.
I really hope you enjoy and would appreciate any feed back in the meantime.
Thank you for watching!
(Can we appreciate the thumbnail as well please lol)

[@missmaggiexx]

doing this speech for an audition. Thank you for this 😊😊

[@lalaeuro]

This was very moving, emotional and upsetting from the beginning. Very powerful performance. Can tell you're invested in the character. Well done! (if you'd seen me watching, caught up in your emotions, teary myself...)

[@julias.95]

Its amazing girl!!

[@TJ-my9oq]

Inspired! Thank You for sharing!

[@julias.95]

Is there any possibility to have this text? I want to learn it too☺️

[@georgialazarus]

I’m not angry.
Pause.
I’m not angry at all, actually.
You might think that I would be angry but I’m not. You see, I’ve taught myself how to be not angry. Anger is a kind of fear and fear is the worst thing so I taught myself to be not afraid of anything. My mother is afraid of birds. She pretends not to be but she is. Can you imagine being afraid of birds? I can’t. I used to be afraid of the dark. I’m not afraid of the dark any more. I’m not afraid of anything. And so I’m not angry at anything either.
No. That’s not right. I’m very angry. I’m angry all the time. Sometimes I’m so angry I think my heart will stop. I wake up in the morning and I’m not sure if my heart is beating because I’m so angry. I wake up in the morning some days and I think I’ve had a heart attack on waking. I’m so angry sometimes my eyes and my ears start to hiss and I have to stand up and walk across the room and put my hands to my head and say I’m So Angry I’m So So Angry just to do something because otherwise I think I’ll let blood out somewhere on someone and perhaps myself. That’s how angry I am. I’m furious. I’m furious at us. I’m furious at the world we’ve created.
I think we should destroy it.
No. That’s not right either. I’m a pacifist. I don’t think we should destroy anything ever. Even bad things. I think we should hold bad things close and never let them go until they realise how loved they are and stop being bad.
Yes.
That’s how it works.
I’m angry at us. We deserve everything we get.
No. That’s not right. No one deserves anything.
No, that is right. Everything we get.
We made it.
The meaning of the word Aftermath is the crop that follows the first harvest which you harvest again. This is the aftermath of our harvest. We deserve this. We are guilty of this. We should reap it up and eat it up. And smile. And say, Yes thank you very much for our aftermath. It is very delicious thank you and then we should hold them close and never let them go until they know how loved they are. How very very loved. And never again. And never ever again what we have done what we did and always hold them close as close can be and always close and always loved and always -
Yes.
That’s how it’s going to work.
Silence.
Talk to me.
I need you to talk to me. I need you to be here and talk to me. I need you to /