I feel so angry

 At her at me 

At the produces of us

Anger sustains our nourishment

Peace is unstill 

We are broken stuck together only by genetics

There is no answer

There is no coming together 

It’s all disdain 

It’s all sharpness the ones that hurt

It’s all misunderstanding

It’s all being faraway 

All being in unparalleled lines

Yesterday I really felt like kebabs 

So I did them 

I thought it would be fun 

But kebabs don’t go with fish and it was all terrible

I hated how she was deliberate not to put them out 

They’re done by me of course so poison 

And then he asked about them she HAD to put them out 

I had to buy a bag 

Who cares

I had to shout 

I had to apologise

I just don’t care

Or do I 

Badness goes around  

I started it 

So I guess I get what I deserve

Or do I 

I feel sorry for myself

I have to deal with a lot

Or do I 

Maybe it’s the other way around

I guess they’re at the age where their branches are twig and break

And mine are still bendable

Or are they 

All I know is 

We don’t get on more than we do 

We don’t get on 

We 

Don’t 

Get 

On 

Worse

If I just fight back half a once 

I get the spitfire of dragons poured over me

Things that shouldn’t be evil

Are

I feel like I’m tired more than I have energy 

And I’m angry and sad more than I’m happy

Best

Over