Mad at life, mad at the world, mad
The anger within me makes me feel so bad
Why does everything have to be so hard?
Why can’t life just give me a break, a card?
I’m tired of struggling, tired of the pain,
I want to scream, to shout, to break the chains
But instead, I bottle it up, keep it inside
And let the anger fester, grow, and hide.
I know I shouldn’t be so mad at life
But sometimes it feels like an endless strife
I try to find hope, to see the light
But it’s hard to do when everything feels like a fight.
So, I’ll keep on going, keep on trying
And maybe one day, I’ll stop my crying
Until then, I’ll be mad at life, mad at the world, mad
And hope that someday, things won’t be so bad.
Blessings and Love!
Thank you for reading.
1 thought on “Mad….”
jim nailed it
eyes that lie
lips that scream
little is what it may seem
jim knew too
he had a wife
and a messican sweetie pie
know not why
dig it well
the queen of you aint
my space jam