I am constantly in a battle of emotions
They told me to stay mad
For as long as I could.
The moment I stopped, I would
lose.
By then the remorse would have kicked in and
my conscience would call
the guilty to come home.
So I’ve been staying mad for as long as I could remember.
I’ve fallen off track a couple of times,
but I made sure no one was looking.
I didn’t want to lose, and
I never wanted to lose.
Because the only reason why I have been winning
was because I had been terribly
defeated.
///
The courage I derived out of anger
have seen me through my failures
and successes.
And the courage I derived out of solitude
have brought me to independence
I so desire.
But why does the courage that sustained me also brings fear?
Fear of feeling any form of emotions -
but anger.
Is it because I am afraid to come vis a vis
the situation?
Or is it because whenever I fall, I find myself
more petrified than ever?
So I stay mad,
I stay mad for as long as I can
possibly stay mad.
And I’ll anxiously wait for the guilt to
catch up with my anger
And silently eat me up
inside.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC
I am constantly in a battle of emotions
They told me to stay mad
For as long as I could.
The moment I stopped, I would
lose.
By then the remorse would have kicked in and
my conscience would call
the guilty to come home.
So I’ve been staying mad for as long as I could remember.
I’ve fallen off track a couple of times,
but I made sure no one was looking.
I didn’t want to lose, and
I never wanted to lose.
Because the only reason why I have been winning
was because I had been terribly
defeated.
///
The courage I derived out of anger
have seen me through my failures
and successes.
And the courage I derived out of solitude
have brought me to independence
I so desire.
But why does the courage that sustained me also brings fear?
Fear of feeling any form of emotions -
but anger.
Is it because I am afraid to come vis a vis
the situation?
Or is it because whenever I fall, I find myself
more petrified than ever?
So I stay mad,
I stay mad for as long as I can
possibly stay mad.
And I’ll anxiously wait for the guilt to
catch up with my anger
And silently eat me up
inside.
