Antique Scotch Tape

Ending with bits of drywall in the carpeting
And new holes for my bedroom wall to display
Divulging where my self-control was lacking
Showcased deliberately, revealing my insecurities
But I don’t remember that frame shattering
And I can’t recall what photo had been hanging.
Now my anger’s so heavy, it’s a struggle to breathe
But when distracted by causing destruction,
My lungs are able to get some relief until
I’m once again jaded and bitter, I’m choleric;
The hottest of tempers but the fever is not
The reason I’m heated this time, angry because
The drugs just aren’t doing their job
Now I’m stuck using glue and strips of tape
To piece myself back together but I can’t seem
To get the tape to stick, I’m unsure how.
Why doesn’t Elmer’s come with instructions?
Show me how to successfully mend this.
My anger began exploding from cracked picture
Frames, shattered plates that I can’t afford
To replace and another broken phone which
Keeps me from making that predictable call.
Smashed my lamp against a solid wood door,
I watched as the porcelain slid across the floor
Forcing my existence to now dwell in the dark
Oh, the reason? There’s really no reason at all.
It seems as if I’ve broken my hand again,
It’s slowly becoming harder to ball up my fist
Even still,
That hole in the wall, was worth it.
But I’ll fix it all with super glue and antique
Scotch tape, patch up the holes in the drywall
And re-paint every inch of these walls, when the
Room is finished, I promise –
You won’t be able to see my anger, at all.