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Be not me, but the other me.
Be happy, Not hurtful
Why?
Why am I so cruel
to those who love me?
Why am I so angry?
Who am I?
Anger is a terrible thing.
Sometimes I am angry,
impatient and annoyed.
Words come out of me,
like darts on a dart board.
Hurt to those I love.
I have lost site of good,
and only see the bad.
I have resentment,
I appreciate very little.
Who am I? What am I?
I often wonder who I am?
I have been told
I am cold and lack emotions.
I ask myself why?
The answer is not forthcoming.
Is it life that got the best of me?
Is it stress that's absorbed me?
Am I where I want to be?
Is there more to life?