I’m not angry, I’m just frustrated.
What your hearing is my cynic grin
I don’t know what cracks or snaps but
This attack is part of my relaxing.
As I seethe my words seem understated.
What you’re hearing is my tearing skin
I don’t care what brittle fractures crack if I can
Black out and relax.
When I speak my tongue it feels sedated.
My temper tantrum balance is
I don’t know what fuzz is masking
What I say or what I’m asking
All I want to do is to relax.