I realize now,
I was never angry at the things
I eventually blew up at.
It was never the missteps that others took,
It was never the long sleepless nights,
It was never the people who took
Advantage of my anxiety.
What I was really mad at was
The nights I spent alone while living
Inside a house, full of people
Looking back, I can honestly say,
That the one thing I have been the most
Is myself – and that’s the problem.