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.