Anger swiftly churning
Building up a torrent
And spewing out my mouth like so much running water
I feel justified in what I am saying
I am justified in what I am saying
I want the last word
I will have the last word
I will not apologize
For what I’ve said or done
I believe that I am right
I may apologize
For how you reacted
But that’s not what you want
You want to win
But all you have is a truckload of hurt feelings
And issues I don’t want to care about
Because I have better things to put on my mind
Thoughts like hamburgers sizzling in grease
The grease being my thought process
But my mind returns to you
And the hamburgers burn
And now I’m not only angry for what you’ve done
But now I’m angry because of my wasted time
Wasted on you and your childish impulses
Grow up, figure it out, and call me then.
