Angry People Pills Poem by Cole Brandt

If you were to condense the hate into a pill
The pill would break open inside your heart and flood your veins
It would infest you from the inside out
It would boil your blood to the point it hurts to live
Your eyes would bounce back and forth looking for answers
Your hands will twitch and spasm because thats the only way you can keep from beating someone
You will question the worth of a human life
Soon death will be what you wish to inflict
You will hate yourself for this
At night you will test for emotions other then sadness and anger
Thats when you realize you lost the ability to cry
No more crying for you
Laying down in a mess of confusion
You ask yourself something
Is this anger
Or is this jealously for the people who can believe they are loved
This pill you took
Is now a part of you
Like a sick cancer
The problem is
Its harder to destroy this cancer then it is to remove it