My life is gone.
Down a deep hole.
Bleeding from the body, I feel so cold.
Scared of my home.
But I have to go.
Crying in the bathrooms.
Hitting the stalls.
Shattering my hand.
Yet I feel no pain.
Only anger and fear.
Hands shaking so bad,
I can't see and I can't hear.
Only rage is red.
Fear is black.
My problems only stack.
From the kids who talk
To all the sad lonely walks.
The anger just builds.
Until I can't sit still.
To days like these
When I'm tired of those who talk
And I'm tired of all the walks.
I can't keep to myself anymore.
Time to take a stand.
As I try to hold my anger
The heat builds inside
Until I blow myself up.
Start screaming and yelling.
...
Then I regain my pride.
I calm the anger.
Then sit back down
Keep to myself
Regretting the decisions I made...
And be the one who everyone's forgotten again.

I call it Lost Anger....