R-A-G-E

If there was a word
It would be R-A-G-E
For if you think this is humiliation
Just you wait

Just you wait
You can’t predict what I can do
My evilness lurks. I know as it arises
In sleep
In dreams
When I’m not watching my tongue
For it’s difficult to do when there are no mirrors around
My friends should be reflections
Not the image itself of what I should be
I can define that on my own thank you very much

When I have to return home
And feel this R-A-G-E
There is something wrong
Especially when the next day this farce exists
That everything is okay, everything is peaches and cream
What bullshit I live through
No longer