Angry at the world

There is too much air in my lungs to elude
the illusion of me does not equal prelude
myself in eyes they prey and growl
watching with my demise making me numb
my home is full of wolves they howl
it seems to me they've won, I'm dumb
I cannot see past their bloodlust and anger foul

Patience. Patience. Patience.

Don't let them see,
they cannot know
the only thing I knew
was to be monstrous though.

Patience. Patience. Break.

Why do my glass walls crumble and break?

Hope to the gods and don't you cry
but I've been persistent to ask you why,
I shake my fist and grumble so,
why don't you answer me though,
I've given my all and did my best.
What have I done to be put up to test?
don't pity me nor here nor there or never

I don't want to be here.

I'll break from the pressure.