Anger
I'm sitting in my room, thinking about the day.
How everyone thinks I'm someone else,
but the real me hides away.
It gets me stressed,
I cannot sleep.
I run through the rain of anger,
but I try not to fall in to deep.
I will have to wake up every morning
and hide my deepest fear,
but i know that my feelings are too far from near.
Life will go on,
and so will I
but this hurtful feeling will haunt me
until the day I die