when I am angry at myself I think of pencil sharpeners
I think of myself
I think of punishment
I think of what I have done wrong
when I am angry at myself, I am furious
I do not feel anything as mild as anger, I feel hate
when I am angry at myself I do not think of how to fix things
I do not think of how to remedy the bad and the stupid things I have done
when I am angry I hate and I think of red and silver and the things I have done wrong
when I am angry I am a monster, a savage, a disgrace to all around me
no, I do not plan for a better way, no I do not hope to improve
no, when I am angry at myself I don't think of solutions
because I burn, I burn and I rage against myself
and I do not think of how to fix things
I do not do that because
I don't because
because when I am angry at myself, I think of pencil sharpeners
YOU ARE READING
erro r
Poetryi'm just trying to keep myself alive, and maybe not abandon this place in the process
