Rage

Dear God,

I am so frustrated that if I could do some wicked mean kung fu skills and rip out a live pumping heart I just might do it, then I'd eat, then I'd poop it out. I guess it's good that I can't.

Sometimes the people that should be the easiest to love are the hardest.

Sometimes I take it out on people who aren't involved.

Sometimes I hate who I am but can't escape it.

Worst of all, sometimes I can't seem to do anything about it.


Lord have mercy,

Lord have mercy,

Lord have mercy on me.

Let it rain.