Anger

February 18, 2015

Do you ever ask your self why?

It’s like, you try so hard to make others happy and all you get in return is bullshit.

Not to sound vulgar or anything but you gatt a wonder if it’s even worth it.

It seems to me like no matter how much good another person can do for you

If it isn’t exactly what you want then you find them worthless.

It isn’t fair

Or what about your dreams.

I know it must get difficult.

To see everything you could ever want pass you by,

Almost as if it was taunting you, pulling you in just to leave you hung fry.

Is it worth it.

You want to be the best version of yourself but you don’t know how

Because every time you try someone comes along with hope of shutting you down.

You feel like you’re alone.

Lost, trying to find your place in this universe.

Wondering if loosing yourself is the only way to escape it all.

You can’t be mad at the world forever.

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