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.
-MAD-
***A Poem***
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