I'M Mad, I'M Sad

When I'm Mad, I'm Sad, It doesn't make any sense. The frustration is unbearable. The temptation to crumple other people grows. I feel to kick trees, which angers me because nature is my friend. I feel to punch walls, which in the end, pains my hands. I feel to throw down glass, smashing it into bits. And I feel to fling dishes at the wall. But, then I have to clean it up, after it all. I feel like throwing insults and spitting in peoples' face, When I really didn't mean it in the first place. I feel like slitting the sofas, And drilling holes in the chairs, And then I just feel like yanking out my hair! But all of the hurt goes to me and I can't share. And when I'm done, I cry, A stream drifting and flowing through my eyes. When I'm Mad, I'm Sad, And it doesn't make any sense!