I wanna burn something beautiful
I wanna destroy something beyond recognition
I wanna hurt something powerful
Before this feeling's gone in an instant
I wanna fight someone weaker than me
And have my feelings unravel from bunches
Let them feel my insanity
As their face connects with my punches
But I can't act upon it
So I won't act upon it
These feelings aren't ideal
So I'll pretend they aren't real I've come undone
There's no way to overcome
So I'll wrestle this inner lunatic
And hope it won't come out in public
I wanna scream for hours
Until I feel alright again
I wanna tear down buildings a towers
And then recede back into this emotional den
I wanna make a mess of things
Until there's nothing left
I wanna wreck everything
Until I don't feel so repressed
Interesting title
I do most of my envying in silence. Though the title does give me additional fodder for thought.
"Tantrum" was the title knocking around my head as I read this.
I liked this poem very much.
We had a hard time with the
We had a hard time with the title, thank you so much though.
Sounds Hormonal
PMS IS JUST LIKE THAT! SO IS MENOPAUSE. Envy is wrong title assuredly: PURGATORY, THE RANT, MY CATACLYSM, PUBERTY, THE VORTEX - poem is too powerful for mere envy. I'm jus sayin. :D