Anger Management Class
Welcome to...
...Anger Control Class...
Walking in,
a room full of sin
people in plastic chairs
griping about problems of theirs.
It's more than I can take...
It's less than I expect...
I highly doubt your wise words of wisdom filled with lies
of hope and release will penetrate the layer of hate, sheilding my insides
I sit down,
take a look around
at shadowed, closed faces
of different ages and races.
If we're all the same, like you say,
Why isn't the whole human race here?
I can't agree that I'm just like the rest of you with equal feelings of life and death
Your system's just not working; answering questions, admitting problems only leaves me short of breath
I loose my cool,
just like in school...
Laughing faces fill my head
and I wish them nothing but dead.
Monsters inside my nightmares,
Shadows fill my lost, cold world...
I just won't see your point of veiw on this subject, there's no avoiding the truth... they all desearve to die
Please bear with me while I wipe away these tears with shame... don't stare at me like that, don't look me in the eye
Standing up with alarm,
wanting nothing but to cause you harm...
Something so evil it tears at my very soul,
begging to cut you and kill you, burning like coal.
You have seen me with weakness all around.
And I know your are laughing, like all the rest...
No matter what you tell me about my inner-self, I simply won't accept that this is a natural feeling to show
No one else here seems to desire to destroy the very person volunteering to help me gain control, let that grow
I hate this
I hate this
I just can't take this.
I'm so lost it hurts when I call out there's only laughter at my differences why does this happen to me alone does anyone else feel like I do about myself can't they just stop theirs whispers behind my back and their laughs and their taunts nothing but hate and loath drives my thoughts haunts my thoughts those endless taunts if these are supposed to be the best years of my life why do they cut straight through my heart like a knife and cause me this stife no more tears no more hiding i'm sick of not replying this will be the day this will be the hour i silence those voices i take back the power to control my own life i end theirs tonight i plan this all out and make myself a vow that they will not again harm a fly...
They will die.
This is normal?
No.
This is normal?
What?
This is normal?
This is normal.
Finally you've touched...
a nerve.
And, like a tsunami of relief
I turn over a new leaf
I make amends for my sins
I make some new friends
Thank you.
And the next week...
I am dead.
By a boy...
With a gun in his hand
Cause he heard the words of a band,
So they say...
I cry, but I cry for him... I cry for today.
No one saw his pain.
All the sorrow is in vain.
I ask you one thing, though...
In the end, wasn't I the lucky one?
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