Feel free to let your anger out in a positive and creative fashion. Sometimes you just need to, you know?

Curse the very sound,

Curse the noise,

Curse the silence.

Your way,

Or the highway,

No room for me.

I have escaped,

And return once more,

To be enslaved.

You know nothing,

The world revolves around you,

You and your pain.

Your hell.


Keep your nose out,

You interrupting machine.

Full of facts,

And righteousness.

Insufferable and arrogant,

I run from you and yours.

What do you know of me,

Or my day?

The End

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