These minor aggravations,
These irritations,
Are driving me insane,
Day by day, just getting worse,
Taking things too far,
Fear is something that is delt everyday,
Evidently you forgot to pick up your cards,
Anger, while for most it burns hot and red,
For me it burns cold and white,
The rage courses through my veins, watch out they say for those who's rage burns cold,
For they are truly the ones to be afraid,
Always in control, never yelling always whispering,
Bringing out fear with their rage,
To this I beseech thee think and ye may survive,
The rage inside.

Day by Day,
We are living,
But are we truly living, when talking screen to screen,
Becomes the new face to face,
When the human voice gives way and our ears begin to decay,
When touches give way to technology,
A touch becomes a "poke",
A feeling becomes words on a page,
When we no longer have the guts to stand face to face,
If you ask me, I would say,
We are all succumbing to technology,
When we no longer believe in face to face only finger to screen.