When I get angry, I pause
in the tension,
just a baby,
no reason to be angry,
but I’m bubbling angry,
so I hate myself
for that.
I hate the child in
me who will never grow
up, never be cured.
I’ll tell you I don’t get angry.
I get sad, I get depressed,
I get relieved when
lucky, but I lie and say
I don’t get angry
because I don’t want to be
a little child nor a scary
monster, so when
I get angry, I hate
myself and remember
that I was poorly designed
for this world.
.
stillfugue 
#1 by Shawn on May 1, 2013 - 4:02 pm
I am glad this was here to be found, it is excellent.
poorly designed… a fantastic, apt ending
i was surprised by those lines
how they completed the picture and attempted a way out.
thank you.
#2 by Carl on May 1, 2013 - 9:05 pm
Shawn, Thank you for your comment. I feel lucky for your visit.
#3 by clinock on May 5, 2013 - 1:37 am
This world needs more designs like yours Carl…
#4 by Carl on May 13, 2013 - 1:21 pm
Thank you, as always. I appreciate your comment.