Anger Management
If I could find a way of harnessing my indignation,
Divert my rage before the neurological invasion,
People will see my capabilities in full rotation,
Unfortunately I manage my anger with sedation.
A violation of sobriety is every day,
I know no other way to keep my vexation at bay,
Lyrical sentences are all in which I can convey,
The truth behind my constant smile is but of dismay.
I have credentials and potential to be monumental,
I have both physical and mental strength, yet still I'm gentle,
I am opinionated but I'll never be judgemental,
But influential narcotics make me so temperamental.
A vicious carousel of substance-kissed mind alteration,
It's a formality; I take them with no hesitation,
Without the drugs to cloud my thoughts I billow with frustration,
The times have long since passed when they were just for relaxation.
Nevertheless as we digress further into this mess,
A ray of optimism wrangles to reverse the stress,
The long pursued angelic restoration at its best,
If I could make her mine I will be well and truly blessed.
The only issue is that I don't know how to explain,
That being with her somehow stops me from going insane,
Without it sounding like she's something I want to obtain,
When all I want is for her happiness to be maintained.
She has no obligation to me which I understand,
That doesn't mean I don't feel shock waves when I touch her hand,
It doesn't mean she's not the finest thing to walk the land,
It just means whatever the future holds is still unplanned.
Her apprehension of affinity is altruistic,
If only rationale came to us slightly more simplistic,
She's worried I'll get hurt and subsequently go ballistic,
But all she needs to do is be a bit more optimistic.
I welcome a world in which my heart gets broken,
Opposed to a world in which we'd never spoken,
I don't even need a notion of devotion,
I just like her presence, despite my emotions.
Resuming the subject of this poem's origin,
You know, the drug thing, I find it astonishing,
Just being near and sharing the same oxygen,
As this girl completely stops me from foraging,
For these narcotics I claim that I "need",
The tramadol, ecstasy, cocaine and weed,
She shows me there's more than one life I can lead,
She gives me more reasons to want to succeed.
I know that this poem's all over the shop,
I keep contradicting myself quite a lot,
But ultimately what I'm trying to say,
Is this girl makes all my problems go away.
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