I’m angry And I want to stay that way But I don’t want to just sit here, Resisting the urge to pull my hair out, Dig my nails deep into my skin, Bite my arm and run my fingers over the grooves again and again Because for some reason that’s soothing And I don’t do that, Because I know I shouldn’t, But where is this anger going to go? When I feel the need to do something, And that anger always ends up landing on myself? And I don’t know… I tried to say something, but I don’t have the words And my suffering is my own to keep So what could he do anyway? What can anyone do these days, when it’s still getting worse?