selfish

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 amount
Of times I’ve said I