To my angry self, to the angry world.

                                       I think we all just reach that standstill at some point.
     When we just get so built up with anger that we can't help but be so frustrated at minor things.

                                                  At times like this I despise myself.

                                                I'm so angry and bitter at the world.

       Why is humanity so nasty towards itself? Who the hell are we to dictate who it is that's on top of the chain when we do nothing but destroy each  other. Why are we so incapable of setting  a
                                                        decent, fair example?

                                 And why must we avoid the real issues and pains of today,
                                    to stress about a broken nail, sometimes quite literally.


                                I am so angry at myself for things that are out my control.

                I do not control the world politicians, or dictators, yet I get so hurt over current events.
                                                           I get angry. I get bitter. 

                                          Yet another reflection of my arrogance and vanity.


I am angry at myself and I'm angry at the world.