I am anger
I am frustration
I am hopelessness
I have no indication
Of any recapitulation
Mother of God, help me
Where is my salvation?
I am anger
I am frustration
Choose to accept me
Or die of agitation
Should I change this rhyme?
Or continue writing
Maybe time will fix it
Even though it's not mine
You see man
And ma'am
I have the tendency to
Write truthfully
But life is a *****
Some days feel like
I'm consciously removing
a stitch
I am anger I am frustration
Praying might help you but
There is no really escaping me
Despite trying
I am anger I am frustration
Would you have accepted God's
Invitation to life
if you would've known
That this would be your reality?
I don’t think so haha
How funny is humanity?
Relax, I'm talking sarcastically
However, I am still anger
And I am still frustration
You will rise above me
At one point or the other
I still control your words
but not forever.