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.