Angry,
unknown reasons hidden deep inside,
not even sure what really made me this way.

Sneering, snapping at a whim,
biting off heads for any reason I can.
I have to vent before the pressure
becomes to great and I explode.

God help anyone who crosses my path
on a day such as this one.
Cocky, uncaring, out and out evil.

Unfair to the innocent who hear my words,
was not even them I was mad at,
yet they had to feel my wrath.

Sometimes I do it for fun,
taking pleasure as I watch them slink away.
Other days it is for my own sanity
that I must blow off steam.

Quiet solitude can bring me peace,
but who has time for solitude,
and finding silence in today's world
is like finding the needle in the haystack.

So I sit growling at the moon,
flashing my teeth barking,
sharpening my tongue with every curse,
howling my way back to sanity,
from this eternal loneliness.

Somehow I think I know
how the wolf feels now.

10/21/2001

Posted on 10/21/2001
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