Do you ever feel like you have so much hidden rage inside of you? Like you're good at taming it most days, but not on some?

I'd be angry if changes would come if I do let it out. But people are disappointing. Both family and friends alike.

Do you ever find a reason to be angry? At yourself? Maybe at God? Or life? Or the world?

I know we're all just humans.

Sometimes, it feels like we're pathetic. Trying hard and working hard, enslaved by a cyclical society that caters to capitalism and enslaves people by making them believe they actually need to work harder and harder to gain more freedom. To earn more of this thing called time for ourselves to do what we want.

Since when does freedom have to be paid for?

And you can't even express the rage. There's no one who can take it. Something explosive that can flatten a mountain.