Stop The Train Please

I wrote this poem today. It was in the heat of a rage. I don't know how I became so angry, or so anxious. But I felt the need to break something, to get drunk, and cause problems.Instead what I did was write this poem. It was in the middle of a conversation I was having online with my friends, then I started talking to them, and suddenly this poem showed itself on the screen.I said "I'm saving this shit" and then I felt better. The rage disappeared and I felt calmer. So here is the poem.Stop The Train PleaseI want off this train.This train isn't stopping,I'm vibrating it's not cool.I need to break something.Whats happening.Why am I feeling so fucking dangerous,it's not going to be famous,It's just going to be a destructive entity,but there is fucking shit happening,that's not bantering my mind,it's crazy.And now what have I done.What I've done is cool.I made a fucking rhymeThat's fucking old schoolI know the poem isn't in a set rhythmical format. But is something that came out. It is a free flow poem. I like it and in fact I think I might try to put it to music in the future.