Why do I let myself
Get so mad I… I…
I fight hard against self
But the anger swells it
Overcomes me and
I struggle with tongue
To not say these words that
Cut like daggers and pierce deep
Just like bullets…
And can I ever feel guiltless?
Bible says forgive and forget.
But right after the surge
I feel ever such a helpless
Little fool, that I'ma foolish
And weak man.
That's really way I feel
In the aftermath.
God knows why I'm like this
But I haven't figured out yet.
I rage like lion only to abate
an ugly duckling in garden.
God knows I regret.
Trying to find the ways to
Never again start mess.
And it's painfully redundant.
I get ******, then change of wind
And I'm low tide emotions.
Well.
That's where my heart is.
Blissfully ignorant to the fact
That this is heartache.
I can't hold grudges
Can't stay angry
But sure as hell can handle
Depressed.
I can always say sorry…
Even when fault lies
With the other party.
Always an apology on my lips.
Maybe it's a strength?
But right now only God knows
Why He made me like this.