Gripping irritation, vision blurring;
All my words are slurring.
Temperatures rise, and fists clench;
I ache to sit alone on this bench.
Heart pounding, and blood rushing;
Dear me, my face is flushing...
Palms sweating, with all this rage;
My frustration simply cannot be caged.
Officials holler, and debate...
While I come to realize my fate.
Deep breathing, with heavy veins;
I try not to think about this pain.
Throbbing temples and conscience’s coming clean;
I just can’t help but be mean.
Bickering conversations, and booming voices;
All these frustrating noises!
It’s sad but true,
That all my rage… has been pulsating through.
All these people are blinded;
While I, am just being open minded.
Anger strikes again.