Another one I wrote a while ago:

Where is comfort? 
I know nothing of her.
I know only of her 
sister, distress.
I cannot go much longer
feeling so detatched.
I long for her gentle release
Why do I not find myself
in her tranquil grasp?
Firework, awaken my soul.

I wrote this a little while ago:

I am a rubber ball of anger,
I am vicious, I am spitting.
I am rage and I am vengeance.
Where do I belong, and with whom?

I, isolation, belong alone.