I am filled with unexplainable hate
Towards no particular foe.
People, places, items of life
Sometimes I feel must go.
Violent,
Yet tame.
Combustible frame.
I am about to explode.
They all are so different.
They all are the same.
Who is to blame?
I feel secluded.
I am alone.
No one to change my intentions.
I soon shall fight
Walk through the night
Expressing my insanity!
Mind Stroll 