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my turn? When do I get to be angry? There! I said it, almost already livid. I don't know why anger appeals to me like that. For one thing I'm bad at it. I'm pitifully weak. When I do boil over, I feel really sad, or in the middle of it I laugh at myself. Why am I yelling? What will that do? But it's truly not fair I can't tie my own shoe! Still, there are layers on layers on layers here. He's funny! He's eloquent! He's talented, too! Some are envious I can walk or talk or play a tune They all seem surprised I do anything at all! See? Right there! It drives me insane! The bar of expectation is incredibly low, so just by trying anything at all I'm a hit! Amazing! Inspiring! I could never imagine! It's not so bad, I think with chagrin, Even when I'm coasting along, they'll call it a win. Then who am I mad at? I'm really not sure. I've been there. I did it. I screamed and cried! Why me? Who am I to be afflicted like this? I shouted and ranted but no one replied. The pain and anguish built up and.. well.. got boring! So I went outside and found something to try. I think that's my answer, then, about my turn. I did get angry and threw it all in to burn. Then it was gone. I dove right into it, pushing until I heard that voice talking.. I hear it still.. It's all good my friend, there's no need to cry! Let's just all go outside and find something to try! |  |
| nothing seems right
and then there are days when nothing seems right. |