Anger takes over the speaker in this short, fragmented piece. It begins with single words, "Red" and "Depressing," as if the feeling is too big to explain in full sentences. Then it becomes physical: the anger "runs through my veins" and "stabs me in the heart." It is described as something that loves no one and fears almost nothing, which makes it sound both powerful and lonely.
Halfway through, the speaker seems to want relief: "Get it away, / out of my head." The line "My mind, / is playing tricks... / Or is it?" shows real doubt about whether these feelings can be trusted, or whether they are even the speaker's own. The mood is tense and unsettled. The poem also hints that the pain is made worse by other people, since the anger is "fueled when they don't give up." The ending is a puzzle. The speaker's music gets quieter and yet louder, suggesting that anger can drown out creativity while also feeding it. The short, jagged lines mirror that restless, uneasy state.