My Anger

I find my self so annoyed
in retrospect - just everything ticks me off
The older I get the more things in life
make me wonder "what the bleep is going on"?
wishing someone would stop and explain to me

No one has answers, No one can explain
So I find myself upset & mad alot
because as I continue to seek
it all becomes an elusive story with me
playing the part of the lost soul

And when I least expect it...

It washes over me - leaving the many bruises
I cannot hide!
leaving me breathless & wordless
to a point of fear - leaving me unprotected.
Unbalance and floundering.

I hate the anger - I hate the unknown

It tears me up inside, leaving me hollow
to the point I feel empty
wasted - without any recourse.

and who, pray tell do you tell
who would even understand?
wishing I could turn it off
but it's so hard to do - filled
along with the pain
that only I must endure.