the anger feels better.
i'm sick and tired of being tossed around.
my cheeks get wetter and wetter.
no one ever listens, until i scream.
there are so many things i'm willing to hit.
to be done with all of this would be a dream.
i feel like i'm trapped in a never-ending pit.
no matter what i do, no one ever listens,
i bury my feelings till there are none, like a drone.
i feel like my voice is no louder than a kitten's.
but dear god, i feel so alone.
