Black

24. Mad at everything

I don't want
To get angry at you
I don't want 
To scream to you

But I can't promise 
That I won't 
Because I'm mad
Mad at everything
Mad at everyone

You're the thing I don't want to be mad at
The thing I'm trying so hard for to be not mad at
But I can't do anything about it

I'm getting mad at everyone 
And everthing 
For existing 
For being alive
For touching me
For talking to me
For loving me

You can't love me
No one can love me
I don't get you for it
But I'm happy you keep showing me
Because otherwise
I'd have been gone