ready to blow

Slowly has my mood goes bad,
from nothin but still it makes me sad,
Want to claw my self just any were.
Or smash my house if only i dare,
Red hot fueled up body of hurt,
Just dying to treat some1 like dirt,
Realease some presure in any way,
Cos nothing helps theres nothing to say,
To remove this presure this burning pain,
Of anger and evil that has shown up again,
i wish to be nasty a pleasure it would be,
But thats not my ways and its just not me,
Why is it so easy to feel im a bomb,
Ready to blow feel my lifes gon all wrong,
A need to be patient and push it all away,
Almost impossible but il try just to stop this each day.....