Nobody understands me.

My brothers hate me.

No matter how hard I try, I keep on getting angry easily.

They probably see me as a monster.

Sometimes, I wish I don't have anger so that I can no longer hurt my bros.

They don't know my pain.

I hate myself.

And I deserve to be insulted by anyone else who hates me.

I'm nothing but an stupid, idiot, crybaby, evil, hot-tempered freak.