Inside

This poem came from deep inside me, basically an autobiography by my soul. It's how I feel sometimes inside when nothing seems like it's going in my favor and everything is going wrong. I sometimes catch myself imagining myself inside throwing random countless furniture, usually chairs, into walls. Some people throw tantrums outside, but as for me, I throw furniture inside. It may seem weird to some people but I have a big imagination and, hey, it works at releasing my anger and frustration, so, why not.