Sight

My anger is controlling me,

I can't help, but not see.

My life has flashed before my eyes.

My legs are weak, but I rise.

The taste of defeat is in my mouth.

Hopefully my life doesn't turn south.

My head hurts like shit.

My head is foggy and not well lit.

My names is still the same,

But my mind is pulling up lame.

I don't have the energy to play this game,

And I'm tired of feeling any shame.

So I'm throwing out the anger,

But not for the one I call flower,

But for the one and only me,

Because I need to see.