I woke with rage beyond my mind It's tempting, I find. Intensifies with time I whisper to myself, "I hate this place..." God Dammit, I hate this place and the face That stares back at me in the dreaded glass. I don't even know what "this place" means. Whatever reality shattered my dreams Or took my drive, gumption and nerve. And I can't help but think that I deserve Whatever fate this was destined to be. "Breathe," I say. I can get past this. Whatever this is can be forgotten in time, The thought is tempting, I find.