The angry wallflower

Staring at the very people
Who piss you off
The very people who
Do not deserve
The very fucking air
They breathe.
Staring at the very people
Who mock you with their eyes.
The same people who make you realize
That the anger you hide
Should be fucking released.
You want to hit them
You want to choke them.
In your mind you've
Already killed several times.
Leaning against the wall
Balling your fist
The tears of pure rage
Falling down red.
Wanting to lung ahead
To kill them all
To see them dead.
Such a pretty face
Hiding the anger
The rage
The very demon
Lingering in the pure darkness
Telling you to rid them
Of their sick
And vile smiles
Awaiting to Be slashed
Off their fucking faces.
Sitting against the wall  
With a very wicked grin upon the flowers face
As the tormentors deplete.
Then coming back to the real world
Realizing it was all a dream
A dream of an angry wallflowers demise