the wild beast called rage

it is one of those times when things seem
to be conspiring against you.
the internet crashes over and over
flooding you in anger
that you cannot talk to your boyfriend
who's thousands of miles away,
and you have something important to say.
and at the moment it works again -
of course he has to go.

and then there's just the people
who you can't stand -
the girl whose voice incites
violent rage to leap about within your ribs.
she grates and grates on you -
eventually you'll be so worn down that you'll break.
and that guy who is perhaps the most annoying
person in existence - why god why is he going to
live two doors down from you next year?

these are times when you want to rush outside
and scream until your ears bleed.
because not much else seems to help.