Anger

Some say that anger has a time and place. Yeah well I pick here and now to smash your fucking face. Tired of trying to see things in a positive light, and I am tired of hearing everything will be alright. No one knows the pain I have inside. Instead of being born I wished I'd fucking died. Everyday is a constant trial, and I wish that I could rest for just a little while. Never knowing how to feel day to day, I would just be buried if I had my way. Just getting out of bed is an awful strain, with all these thoughts racing through my brain. I am tired of people getting up in my bubble, just keep fucking with me if you want some trouble. I take my meds, but they don't do shit, to bring out of my bi-polar pit. Past the mirror I constantly pace, I can't stand to look myself in the face. Me or bi-polar; who will give in first? Fuck you bi-polar do your worst.