Sometimes I feel I will burst
Of pain, of sorrow, or of anger;
Unsure which is stronger.
None are qualities I wish to keep,
But I don't know how
to unlock the cage that keeps them.
Ironic how they build inside me
Yet break me down at the same time,
My inner turmoil.
I wish there was something, someone to blame
So I point a finger at myself;
But it is not mine to bear.
Some things just are,
And so I am