have you ever gotten too angry at the world?
the sort of anger that makes you cry, punch and hurl?
the depression that throws you into a downwards twirl
it's something not even the prettiest girl can unfurl
even if someone could possibly relate
the temperature of my anger is too heated for debate
if my voice was clearer you'd hear me rant for hours
words filled with harsh truths, without a single thing left unscoured
and when I'm done you'll see how my mood is truly sour
these seeds in my head are finally beginning to flower
gardening my brain causes a necessary shower
without my words I have little to no power
I guess I didn't have much control even with it all
the more I climb, the more consistently I fall
the more I come back to these pages on which I scrawl
my peace in life is forced to a crawl
vultures encircling my leftovers, the crow's final "caw" in my ears
if it isn't mine, I worry my friends end could be near
my nightmares cause way more than great
the terrible things I stand an unwilling witness and hear
how could we possibly want to die?
could an unknown possibly be better than an unfortunate alive?
not only does it all leave me hopelessly confused
I wonder how when I do extend a helping hand
that somehow, someway, someone could possibly refuse?
sure, I'm not exactly the guy you would exactly demand
and I guess I can't make you life's fan
but I sure as hell can show you somone cares
because life is lots more fun when you aren't self aware
since other people's problems are much easier to bare.
