The Biggest Question Of Them All.

Why do I have to feel the need to put my fist through the wall?

The tiniest little things set me off.
From a video game, to a break up.
My emotions boil over, I see red.
And I just want everything around me to die.
To fucking explode, just like I am.

Am I bi-polar?

The therapists all say yes.
For insurance reasons, of course.
But I can't help but notice...
My mood shifts so wildly.
And I thought that was a key part of it...

Why can't I be happy?

It always has to end.
Something always has to ruin it for me.
Make me regret not pulling the trigger so long ago.
Make me write shitty poetry.
Poetry that can't even express what I really feel.

Why am I paranoid?

My, I suppose "first" relationship, I always doubted.
Never believed a word she said.
Whether I found out later if she meant them or not.
Whenever I leave or enter a room.
I feel like people are judging, far more than they should.

But why... and I want this answered most of all...

Why do I even bother?