anger

the heat you feel is not controlled...
the life youve lived is anger mould...
but is there now a reason why?...
is it enough to make you cry...
has a life been oh so wasted...
with all the anger you have tasted...
why was it not seen before?...
the anger seeped within your core...
and now they say there is a reason...
for your anguish every season...
all the pain and hurt and tears...
all the sadness and the fears...
takes a lifetime of the scenes...
from childhood, right through to teens...
then along to adulthood...
all the years misunderstood...
and now they say, hey this is wrong...
why the hell, it took so long...
to see there was a reason why...
all these years you had to cry...
well now you no, its not too late...
maybe that was just my fate...