Me the SELFISH self

Food in my stomach

Hard like cement

Guilt for consumption

Anger is pent

Anger towards things

So misunderstood

And the mistakes

More bad than good

Emotions uncontrollable

How can I change?

It’s all subconscious

In this cage

For with our decisions made

How else can I breathe?

Sorry if in my outburst

You decide to leave

I’d understand

I’d mourn and cry

I’d realize the amountOf times

I’ve said I