Why am I so mad?
Why do I harbour this fiery beast,
That threatens to consume all,
Within my chest?
Why is my life so hard?
And why do I not explain
What goes on in my head?
Empty questions all,
They don’t have answers in words;
Questions only experience can explain.
For how I explain
What I don’t comprehend myself.
If you do answers want,
You must live my life.
You think my life ain’t so bad,
That yours is the only
Cross laden path.
You may be speaking the truth,
But still, live through a day of mine.
Face the thousand petty fears
That I must face every moment;
Feel all the insecurities that I have;
Bear the minute annoying things,
Which when lumped up,
Make me something that is under
Neither mine nor your control;
Make me Anger’s child.
Answer and bear all the unanswered questions
Which define my confused being.
Live through this for just one day,
One night and one day,
And tell me truly,
With an unstricken conscience,
Whose is the better life.
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