Dipped In Anger

I'm sick with the guilt

And I'm dipped in the anger

And sex is the thing

That has brought me disease

I want to hurt people

Especially ones I know

I'm so fucking scared

I just wish I could go

But go to the store

Or the park or the mountains

I'll still be sick there

As the anger spews from me like

Fountains

Like fountains

I can break things, things plastic

But things I'll remember

I broke, it's the gnawing

The clawing, the scraper

Inside wants to clean out

All that's inside, so there's

Only without

A numb, hard shell is how

They'll find me, let me show you my best

I won't be that easy to find, I will fit in

With the rest

The past is still with me

It follows, not stopping

Slowing me down

To show me there's nothing that's

Left in my life

To say that

I have changed

I'm still here, obsessing

And thinking I'm not

Cannot even be honest with myself

I don't want to fit in with the rest

Don't want to fit in with the rest