Waves of anger,
Utter disgust...whom am I?
Everlasting rushes of impatience and restlessness.....
What? Is all this true?
Parachutes gliding up above me,
Little cuttings scaled up bleeding me,
When do I call the world beautiful?
Should I believe the people who call me insane?
Or do I know myself better?
This s my ode to my bad self.