I just want to shout!!! To bring it all out!
What the hell is this world about?
Just SHOUT!!!!!

I am boiling with energy, with emotion I rarely feel,
With anger, frustration, the need for pain.
I have to vent my anger, I must, I can't just contain it,
Yet that is exactly what I now do...
I am assailed from opposing sides,
By opposing words, opinions, what opposition!
Yes, on the paper I do look nice,
But poof! All is gone in an instant of reality...

I want to punch the wall, a thing I've already did;
I want to jump, to end it all, but this call I will not
heed;
I want to scream, to accuse, to hurt, but I know I cannot do
that deed;
I have inside me now a hunger I cannot sate, a strange
whole-new need...

I bang my head on a wall I know all too well,
The virtual wall of frustration.
Oh how I hate now this curse of writing,
For I feel like a coward, running away from real
confrontation.
What irony, what choice of words. Let those above rejoice.
They have now their drama, played out oh-so-well,
Complete with the hero cursing that night when he might
Have mended it, but lo... no. He did not. He could not tell
Right from wrong, and so he chose close, but not close
enough
To the right choice.
Let those wicked devils up there rejoice.

Which do I hate more - the world, or myself?
Which do I choose to blame?
Well, if there's a question, it is me I name
As responsible. I am to blame. I now hate myself
For my mistakes.

What a cruel world.