Angst

It seems that no matter where I turn;

The world feels itself so inclined to speak unkind words in my direction.

 I try to just mind my own business and just live my life;

Difficult enough as it is.

At work, or at home,

I find no empathy;

Only coldness and harshness;

Even complete strangers in passing

 Seem to want to take their turn when it concerns me.

I fill the magazine to the top with rounds.

I put the other two in my coat pocket.

My angst will contain a body count…