I’m angry at you, fumbling in the dark looking for your keys buy a fucking key ring you are twenty two years old,
I’m angry at the friend, guilt, childishness and uncomfortable, why didn’t she realise my feelings without being told
I’m angry at the lifegiver, selfishness, busy and greed have taken your soul and left me out of the fold
I’m angry at the boss, not realising, recognising my work, taking advantage, penalising, whispering me things I want to hear with no intention to uphold