I try so hard to make you happy. And all I ever got was your disappointment. What can I do to make you happy? Your reaction to my help makes me feel as if I was set on fire. That... that thing you do that THING. You make me growl. You make me want to hurt the thing closest thing to me. How do you expect me to act? You were created for this and I will cage you and I will keep you hidden. But you always find a way out don't you. You come out at night or when I least expect it. You catch me off guard and you take forms of the thing close to me. You do it for your friend don't you? For your friend depression. When you take the forms of one I care about you know I will push you away. My writing is an offspring of the after affect of what you do. I know you and all your friends all too well. You can control me and I hate it because you do it for fun. I want to be released from your control. PLEASE anger please release me.
