I am Angry.

Angry because I never had anybody to call my father.

Angry because I never had a chance to say I love you to my mother.

I am Angry because I never had a chance to express myself and let my mom know how much she really means to me.

Instead I lay in my bed and cry, cry because I feel like the world is all against me.

Really I am Angry.

Angry because I never had anything, all my life feels like a hell and really there’s nothing that makes sense.

Do you understand me when I say I am Angry?

I am Angry because my life still feels like a joke.

Angry because I have to search for love in places it never existed.

I am emotionally overwhelmed, I wonder will this Angry grow or will it disappear.

I am Angry because I need some answers.

Angry because God has got favorites.

Angry because he still acts like he’s forsaken me.

I’m angry because I don’t want to shed a tear, but I feel tears threatening my eyes.

I’m angry because my heart feels heavy.

I am Angry because I crave a proper life.

I am Angry, I still am Angry.