December o5, 2oo7

Consumed by anger,
drowning in it.
Why can't you stop?
I've asked this before,
but only ignored,
and taunted more.
I sit back,
while you have your fun and games,
bottling it up,
as I slowly go insane.
You laugh and joke,
when it isn't funny at all.
maybe at first,
but not anymore.
Then I bust,
letting it loose,
realizing it later,
that there is no excuse.