Anonymous
I'm angry
Bitter
And cold
Judgements pour from me like slippery is the soap
Hatred fuels my muscles
My structure is flawed
Frail
And will soon fall
Will soon fail
In the debris what will I see but broken memories?
What will be left
in the turmoil I coil under the pressure
Truth burns my soul like hot oil
Or is that my mind
What is my bind?
Growth has begun
My head has been spun
Like the price is right
I hope it hits this time the sun
If not
I may just buy a gun
Nah not really
But seriously where is the one
that connects us all
that directs the fish to swim and humans to talk