Instrumental Anger

I just want to be angry. I want to break things. I want chaos. I want things to end. I want it to stop.

I keep pushing, pushing. The door won’t open. I kick it with my broken bones. It hurts, it pains, I stop.

Then it starts again. Out of nowhere it calls. Nothing’s right. Everything’s a mess. Need to fix it. Why am I fixing it? Why it’s only me? Why do I care?

I am angry. I just want to be angry. Here in the cycle, I break things again. This time I broke my heart. It falls into pieces. I stop. I stare.

Why it keeps on happening to me?

It calls again. This time I don’t answer.

I have nothing left to break.

I am still angry.
I am stopping.
I am staring.
I am in pain.

But this time,

It ends here.