| Written: 4:17 PM October 14, 2004 Why am I so strange I ponder as I slowly Feel rage within me go to it�s worst stage I didn�t understand how I could feel the way I did It�s just natural for me to be in such a way I knew the emotions inside my soul had been Through what seemed to be a washer, as that one colored Shirt slowly gives all the white clothing A new shade they truly didn�t want at all Upset was not even close to how I had been lately My feelings were those that were often not taken kindly I had issues with my anger, or so I had been told It�s not a great thing to feel, but no one really knows The anger only lasts for minutes to me But I can always feel guilt or sadness inside As I know that I am usually stupid at times But as it seems, no one really minds I know it must sound strange, I am sure That I have had these feelings all in my life But as I see it, I am stressed with the uncontrolled future Always worried of the path set in front of me These feelings I have, they seem impossible to stop I can�t put them away no matter how hard I try I don�t understand how or why this must be so difficult All I know is that acting upon them is truly unwise. |
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