Personal feelings
Are no concern
I'll sit in my room
And make my arm burn
With a lighter
Screwdriver head
I'm too angry
To want to be dead
If I don't get this ignorance
And things I hate
And take them out
And throw them out
I'll beat them out
Of me
You'll see…
I'll have the same again
Apathy, anger, self-loathing and shame
Lovelorn tiredness, conflict, a rain
Of blows that I deliver to my brain…
With a twist of lemon.