Written in Rage

With this page that's written with rage.

I sit for days and wish..

My ways would change a bit.

But I stay the same and flip when I'm mad.

Lose my grip when I'm sad.

Choose to miss a trip to the moon cause I'm bad.

In 'a room cause of Dad.

In 'a tomb cause I'm glad that I can finally made the move to the lab.

Hitting the groove in my plaid.

Listening to tunes while I'm witnessing truth.

It's interesting news, intercepting views to the lad.

He's infused to the bag.