I tear through the house,
A tornado of anger and rage.
I thought we were finally on the same page!
I destroy the closets,
And I rip apart the couch.
I search, and I search
But what I seek cannot be found.
As my hope takes a shallow breath,
I look under your unmade bed.
Hope is snatched from the brink of death.
What was going on in your head?!
Just have a seat here next to me,
And watch all of these first season dvds.
If you do, I promise to stop being mad.
And maybe, just maybe, you’ll see Glee isn’t so bad.