Anger

This listless anger which burns beneath my blood,
seems to bubble and blister in the hot sun.
I cannot find it in me to forgive you.
You have pushed me out of control and I think your welcome here is past due.
You're selfish and rude,
you think that you're great
but you have the wrong attitude.
I can't believe you live in my home,
but i know when you get older you'll live all alone.
Your world of lies is tangled under stealth
and I know nobody will ever love you,
as much as you love yourself.
So when you go home,
you'll get what you deserve.
You can live in the hell you created to preserve.