So I have anger issues,
at least I'm not punching through walls
(Although I'm training myself to do so, shhh, don't tell)
I don't want to tell any one that would actually do something of my problems.
They'll just start an interrogation
and that's the last thing I need
(I don't want to hurt them, they think they are helping)
So I guess I'll keep writing messed up poetry
that no one reads because it makes no sense.
And who wants to hear a demented person blab on?
As these muscles clench and unclench all day
trying so hard not to lash out at those I care about
(but why should I care? They don't care about me and they'll leave anyways)
A boxing class would be a great idea right now...
Rather hurt a huge bag of sand then destroy a school laptop.
Just exactly what I'm think atm, that's why it's messed up! Sorry for wasting your time writing useless stuff like this.