my anger twists inside me,
It always comes out,
I say things that i really mean,
But shouldn't be there,
I hunch back and always fall,
Onto the dusty floor,
My jelously rages over next,
I jump up and scream,
I find energy to fight and struggle,
I hate and loathe and repell,
I am horrible and all alone,
I get over it quickly,
And huddle back down again,
I do something like homework,
Or writing a poem,
But the anger is always there,