A little angry are we?

Sometimes I get so angry, so mentally infuriated that I cannot really out my finger on what it is I am angry about. Like the line says, "you know what Rage is...." I do and I feel it quite often, not the physical rage of tearing up stuff, but the psychological distaste with my overall wellbeing, being in a state of angered intensity that I cannot change, I cannot alter and I cannot quite assimulate. I feel like the world owes me a whole lot more than it is giving me, like they should have told me what I was up against in the future so I could have prepared for it. Like my whole life has achieved some kind of cryostasis. Dismal apprehension. I apologize because I don't even know what that means.