I'm angry.
I don't know why.
I don't know what at.
I want to hurt,
To cause pain.
I want to be violent,
To be vain.
But that's not me.
That's what I despise.
That's not what I see,
When looking into my eyes.
But that doesn't change,
My rage or my fear,
And my insides shall become covered in tears.
