And anger

I don't know
What fucks my mind
These days
Why do I so often
Simply misbehave.
I don't mean it.
No, or maybe yes.
Also possible is
That it is some repressed
Frustration.
A lot of it.
And anger
Upon things I can't help
People I can't change
Situations I can't create.
And I crave
To be free
Of all this gloomy attire.
It is more sarcasm that I have
And it is not at all healthy
It has a stingy fire.
I observe and detest
A lot many things
In my surroundings
In system.
I find faults these days
In things of past
In present class.
And I abhorr
The fecundity of emotions
I detest the society
And it's illusions.
I no more believe in my dreams
Maybe that is the most
Missed by my soul.
I miss myself
The happy me
The free self.