Ready too explode
I wish to be calm, yes that’s all I wish to be.
But there’s always a storm, raging inside of me.
I don’t know why things, can bother me so.
But through my body there’s tremors, I’m just waiting to blow.
I don’t remember such feelings, when I was just a lad.
Things would bother me, but never this bad.
I try to smile, but it runs down my face.
I try to laugh, but it sounds out of place.
I try to be happy, but that feeling won’t sit.
Always it seems, I’m on the edge of a fit.
I see nothing nice in the sun and its rays.
Or when it sets at the end of each day.
I find no happiness in the moon and its glow.
I’m just so unhappy, and always ready to blow.
(2013)
