hear the beating of my heart

she's not angry anymore
but i sure as hell am
i'm angry about the birds and the bees
i'm even still angry about the goddamn trees
i'm angry about bad parents and worse teachers
i'm angry about killled dreams and hollow people
i'm angry about invisible blood and stashed bags
i'm angry about acceptance and futility
i'm angry about playing the game the way it was ment to be
i'm angry about everything there is here under the sun
i'm angry about scraping by
i'm angry about selling my soul
i'm angry about no good choices all bad comprimises
i'm angry that misery is so cheap
and happiness costs more than i can afford
i'm angry.