Rage

rage: at that instant, I was seething with rage,
but rage was pointless
I sat in the car, forced to participate
I was tied up. everything that happened only tied me up tighter
it hurt the way those ropes cut into me
we’re really very soft, I thought to myself,
we’re all just flesh and blood
you can arm yourself with a hard outer shell, but that’s futile, too
rage is futile. everything in the car mirrors looked distorted
everything seemed so frustrating, so bizarre, but such thoughts
didn’t make it any better, my friends, such thoughts
didn’t make it any better
three times I repeated this to myself
and as the car zoomed off,
things really started to get out of hand