Rebel without a cause

I reason, I shout, I fume, I fret and fall in line,
I rest, I think, I reason… for a change with self and console and decide its fine,
I curse, I hate, with Passion and fervor very few have known and shown,
I try to change. I have no power to change, I change and feel let down,
Cycle repeats, but after a brief pause,
I do nothing as ever, ‘cos I am a rebel, a rebel without cause.