A Pretty Odd Place

The world spins around and around,
There in front of my bloodshot eyes.
I am so angry that it hurts.
Why do I always get the blame?

I wasn’t even at the scene;
Miles away in my universe
Where I’m happy and things go right.
And anger can Go. Away.

But really I am just stuck here,
With anger tormenting me inside,
Trapped there along with the bad things
In a safe that’d hardly opened.

For I am scared to open it.
It’s full, so it comes tumbling out,
Like deafening Niagra falls.
I try to shut it pretty quick.

Who knows what damage it could do
To the people that I cherish?
Will it hurt them in any way?
Better to be safe than sorry.

And so I keep it locked up tight.
I cannot loose what I have gained.
Tucked away so no-one can see,
Just how much I’m really feeling.