Anger builds up and I wonder why,

To relieve pressure I quietly sigh.

I’m going to flip, I want to scream,

If only life’s problems weren’t real and only a dream.

I ball my fist and hit the wall,

Should I really be this angry? No not at all.

I take a moment to put my feelings together,

To lie down for a moment, to feel light as a feather.

Maybe if I just cry I will feel at ease,

My anger will slope, my sadness will seize.

A vicious cycle of hurt and then hope,

Living the day the best I can, trying to cope.

Through all the madness I know I am blessed,

The problem is my mind in its own mess.

I pray for strength to keep me strong,

And hope that this time the feeling won’t last so long.