A terrible angry poem

Bad and angry

Bla bla bla

She's talking again,

Speaking just to make noise

Nothing useful to say

It's killing me slowly

As I try not to yell

Or pull out her hair

Or stab my own heart

Just to get away from her

So many bad angry poems

But I still feel the same

End it now please end it now

I want to escape but I really don't like this

Bla bla bla bla bla

She's talking some more

Nothing good to say

And I sit here in fury

At every word she says,

Every breath she takes

Why should she be so happy

When I am so sad

And it is all her fault anyway?