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!