Down

Down

Down

into the black depths; emotions lying to me,
making me irritable, hating everything around me.

I'd rather be Mr. Spock. Cold, emotionless.
Better not to know love than to feel this way.

I become an asshole, mistreating everyone around me.
I know they're not the source,
but they bear the brunt of my anger.

I love my family. They are a gift.
I treat them like a Christmas present
from Aunt Myrtle.

They deserve better.
Unfortunately, they're stuck with me.