Anger

I'm angry at the world right now/ Although I don't know why/ But every bit inside of me/ wants to scream and shout and cry./ I'm angry at my parents/ just for being there./ And I'm angry at my sister/ for blatantly not giving a care./ I'm angry at my house/ because it cages me in/ And I'm angry at myself/ for letting my patience grow so thin./ I'm even angry at one of my friends/ for something she shouldn't have said/ and shockingly, sometimes I hope/ that she will wind up dead./ But I know that this will go away/ by the time I get to sleep./ Or if not by then, then hopefully/ by this time next week./ Why won't the world just shutup/ and fucking leave me alone?/ All the more I write it down,/ My anger seems to have grown./ I'm so damn sick of everyone/ being all up in my face./ Why doesn't the room stop spinning?/ Please just slow the pace./ Let me catch my breath/ Wind down, chill out/ And this time around/ I'll try not to shout.