Angry

Ive always been angry.

Fluctuating at different highs and lows

Im so incredibly sorry

To those I have directed this overflowing current of anger at,

Like an unobserved power line,

I thrash and squeal in the wind of others ire.

Unseeing and unknown to those around me

As my eyes shroud in an all-consuming red.

Although I’m the one

Throwing my ever growing frustration on any who come close enough—

At those who ask too many questions,

Or those who tease a little too seriously.

I’m sorry I cannot tell a joke between an insult—

It was never your fault,

Forgive me,

As I try to untangle this endless current within.