Why Am I The Woman Scorned

Anger is no longer the enemy
It became my friend
So much bottled up inside of me
It will never leave me till the end
I am the experiencer
I am the thinker
I am the seer
I am the observer
My anger became part of my frustration
And with every bad situation
It takes away all concentration
The need for you to understand
How my hand was dealt
Causing ambitions that will get me in plenty of trouble
Making my life feel so horrible
Fears in my heart
Of how my life has felt so broken apart
No one could see
The path I walk or take
Breaking the clouds where I put my footsteps
Im the only one that can carry for me
When the experience change, I'm still the experiencer
When thoughts fade and refurnish, I'm still the thinker
When the scene switches over, I'm still the seer that's eternal
Who I really am is the seer, not what takes place in the scenery...