angry
I use to let my anger consume me,
Why lie i kinda still do.
I don't know how to let it be,
I haven't mastered the art of letting go.
I feel like my life was filled with more lows.
I didn't understand how i deserved all them blows.
I would get so mad and lash out.
I would try and explain where it was coming from but i was always belittled as if i was as small as a rat.
I was helpless and couldn't keep my life in tact.
I realized i was so angry because i was allowing someone else to live my life for me.
I woke up, struct back and became me.
I still get angry, but im working on it.
Im growing more wiser.
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