What the hell is his problem?
Did he ever have a childhood,
Does he think I'm stupid,
Lazy?
Annoyingly he goes on and on about things,
Acting like I could never do them in my life,
And my soul burns with the rage he brings,
The fire fueled again.
I feel like I could take him right out on the spot,
Like in the game,
A quick bullet and he would be gone.
But this is life,
And he cares about me,
But nothing can ease my anger towards him,
When he just treats me like his slave.
Several punches to the pillows,
The hundreds of push-ups and sit-ups,
Do nothing.
The only thing that could sate my ravenous rage,
Is the silence brought from his dead mouth.
