Angst

So here I am, sitting
alone...in the dark again

What a perfect fucking metaphor
I'm so tired of this

I know I have no reason to feel this pain but
of course I can't stop it now

Its nights like this when
I don't want to hear solutions

And my dreams just tease me
with promises of a better tomorrow
that isn't today yet

And patience isn't one of my virtues

What???
You mean this isn't normal for me?!?

Either I'm damn good at hiding this or
I spend a lot more time then I like to think

Lost in my head

Angst may be fashionable these days...
But I'd rather be a happy bastard drinking beer.