I feel anger seeping into some sort of bottomless hole
should I be surprised?
no, for this has happened before
yet as we stand
the feeling does not grow comfortably

it tears at the consciousness of myself
and tells me to do the same to everyone
I tell it no, but my voice holds no power
the swivel chars spins me around and around like i'm in a playground
hoping it would spin away these emotions like a tornado
yet as the dim light falls on my face
and the caffeine trudges in my blood
I think a real tornado would be more helpful

a cyclone of confusion yet one I've grown accustomed to
yet as we stand
the feeling does not grow comfortably

I'm athletic and social, with the power to learn fast
yet all I do is laze in bed, I only attend when someone tells me to
yet the confinements of my bed feel like a prison
however a place that demands nothing
an empty place, dirty or not but still providing warmth
a place criticized harshly by family
yet the only place that feels like home

so as the poison seeps my veins
and yet as we stand
the feeling does not grow comfortably