Oh temporary feelings 

Flying by like a flock of birds,  

Can hit like a truck or fall like a feather 

Unable to know exactly when the pain will hit 

Slightly opening the soda bottle for relief:  

Yelling at a car on the freeway,

Staring into space,

Trying to find happiness at the bottom of an ice cream tub,

The rooted feelings always remain 

Building up inside to only explode like a beach ball hostage underwater 

Not like the quick relief of a soda bottle 

The agony and struggle to keep it trapped 

Fighting knowing the only outcome 

But the longer the battle, holding it captive 

The bigger the explosion 

Inevitable release making disarray on all that surrounds

Oh the ripping of a bandaid

Quick predictable pain 

Not the same of a mutilated hangnail 

The slow agonizing sight

A bleeding trail of broken skin 

Leaving a mark that will last 

And a memory that will stain 

Only to then still do it all again  

Following the same footsteps, making the same mistakes 

Endless attempts at putting up a fight with the beach ball 

Picking at the hangnail knowing it will only lead to hurt  

Repeated action expecting a different outcome 

Oh temporary feelings you have turned me insane