Red Mist

Venting about venting..

What the f**k is wrong with me?

Raging like a rusty boiler

bubbling over,

flying from nought to fury

instantaneously.

Screaming at a lost puppy

trying to learn the world.

If I say this is bad, it gets worse.

If I say this is good, I'm lying.

I should be so happy

I should be beaming at passersby

singing to the lark

jumping for joy

playing hide and seek with the moon.

But I am furious

and I don't know why.

Something is wrong inside

and I need to fix it

before I destroy everything

I love in this world.