| "Anger Management" |
| I just wanna do it. The desire runs through my veins. As I listen to my angry music, I just wanna take some chains... Take them and lash out, Shattering my windows. I wanna do it, And it's only me that knows. I wanna take the bottles, Smash them on the cement. You don't need to send me To anger management. I wanna take the computer, Destroy it with a bat. I wanna swing with all my might And hear the deafening crack. I wanna pick up my desk, Throw it from the second floor. I wanna take my body And break down the door. As I sit here writin', I wanna take my acoustic And slam it on the ground, Though it was meant to play music. I wanna take my trophies And hurl them at the car. I hope nobody feels like me, Wherever they are. I wanna take my chair And do the same. It doesn't matter How good is my aim. I wanna take everything paper And light it on fire, Blaze it up Like a funeral pyre. I don't feel like ending my life, Or, right now, like meeting my maker. I just feel like breaking something, Even if it is only a salt shaker. I don't use it To pay the rent. I use my poetry As anger management. |
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| Written July 7th, 2002. |