The anger bottles up inside of me, 
ready to burst.
All because of,
Some stupid jealousy.
some depression,
some rage.

Riding home,
still angry.
Make something to eat,
still angry.
I finally get rid,
of some anger.
Blood from my hand,
gushing out furiously.

Scars and bruises,
all across my hand.
Bandages don't help.

Few days later,
knuckles all better.
More anger,
more depression.
Again,
i release the anger.
furiously onto another wall,
scars across my knuckles.
But i still have my bottled up anger,
that just wont disapper...