I want to fight someone today.
Why?
Because I can't fight the people I care about. I can't hurt someone I've called my best friend, as much as I may want to. I can't grab her by the collar and tell her to stop fucking up her life. I can't show her how angry she makes me and how much I hate her, because I love her and I need to be here for her or I will lose her forever. I can't tackle her father and start wailing on his face for being the drunken asshole he is. I can't stop her from taking that one Roxy because she "can't sleep." I can't pick her up, shake her around and yell, "WHY DO YOU THINK YOU CAN'T SLEEP?!" I can't do that because she is the product of her environment and until that changes she will never change. I can only stand here on the sidelines and watch her struggle.
Sometimes she accidentally says too much and spills her soul to me. Sometimes I can piece together enough mumbled half-sentences to catch a glimpse of what's going on in her head. Sometimes I don't like what I see, and it is frustrating.
Sometimes it makes me feel like fighting somebody.