Rage

I just want to throw something out the door
I don't really want to write anymore

I'm not very sure why I'm mad
But it's not unusual for teens not to be glad

Even my rhyming itsn't feeling right
Gawh! I want to crush everything in sight

I just want to smash something quick
I might even settle for breaking a stick

I'm mad at everything single thing I see
Every thought is horrible as can be

I guess I just need to let out my emotions
Maybe I should brew up some potions

I just can't think straight right now
My mind is dense with hatred anyhow

I'm seething with anger that I can't control
Luckily I'm in my bed, so the worst I can do is roll

This rage is thoroughly a weird as can be
But venting out is slowly giving me glee