¿Qué Hay De Malo En Mí?

The pressure builds.
The anger grows.
Impatience flares.
I want to be alone!
Sit and think,
puzzle and ponder.
Something is wrong!
But what? I wonder...

The pressure builds.
The anger grows.
This day, my mind,
moving ever so slow!
Sit and think,
puzzle and ponder.
Leave me be,
Lest, I flounder.

The pressure builds.
The anger grows.
What's wrong with me?
No one knows!
Sit and think,
puzzle and ponder.
Alas, the secret
remains forever.

It doesn't exactly sound like you're angry,it's more like a somber whining. As with your other poem, it's music and catchy and you've managed to use little imagery. Also, you sort of seem to tell more than show, kinda. I have a bit of a hard time explaining this, sorry. You tell us what you're doing but that doesn't really help. Your poetry seems to be a bit more personal, as in you know how it's all supposed to playout. Again, I think you should make it more relatable to, like stuff for us to connect to.

Good luck, keep writing.
Silented1
(forgive any confusion, please, I am sorry if I've made no sense.)

I like this, I think a little longer length might have worked better to convey true anger, use more imagery.