I am angry and I hate myself,
I twist my insides all day long,
I am knotted, bruised and torn,
I wriggle, cacophonous voices yearn,
I shudder, shaken, dripping wet,
Drowning in my intellect,
I wander, roam and weep inside,
And stand, blurry, fake and dazed,
I seeth with rage til midnight comes,
Then I sink again into despair,
I pity all and none beside,
Yet I never seem to learn.
