I eat anger for breakfast and pride for lunch
the same way you would not throw sticks at a bear
please do not provoke me
I have a low tolerance threshold
I know I carry myself half-asleep
and haven’t given you much to praise
please do not belittle me
I admit I have no case to defend
I know I am but please do not tell me
I am a disgrace to any cause, or to anybody
at the moment I would not like to make conversation
the way I am conversation only begets damnation
I would not like them to see me swathed in wrath
unfortunately
sometimes the anger goes outwards
sometimes the anger goes inwards
I do not know what it is that drives it out or in
when I go
just let me go
you will not have peace if I stay
everyday something is born and something perishes
I feel my anger swelling
I will continue to swim into its sea