Wishing i could go back,
and change the problems that are causing
me so much pain & stress in the present.


My emotions are shadering,
like broken glass, from the objects
i feel like breaking..


Fury & anger filled, is my body.
Im about to explode!
like i wish some things would,
with a blink of an eye.


But no, that would make things to easy..


Nobody understands,
They try, but fail.
Blame them, i dont..
Nobody's fault but my own.


Sharp as a razor blade,
My head aches & pounds..
If only i had a beat.


Its time i stop feeling sorry,
& just face the music i have created.


For there are consequences,
& now it is I that must face them..