Vengence is Mine

I hate myself. 
I get so angry for no reason.
Even my best friend is making my wrath boil.
I hate.
I love to hate.
It makes me feel evil and powerful.
It gives me the strength to keep moving.
Yet I give a part of my soul with my anger.
Ripping and tearing day by day.
I don't care.
Why should I?
I feel everything and anything.
I have the right to be angry.
I hate this world.
I hate the people here.
And most of all I hate myself.