Somedays I’m so fucking angry
about what I can’t stop
what I can’t help
what I can’t control
somedays I’m yelling
trying to find control
and there isn’t any
I feel like a lifeless flake
on a cold Winter Day
hitting the mounds
and mixing with the rest
waiting on the sun
waiting for the moment to melt
evaporate
and to start again.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
Like a lifeless flake.
Temperamentally Tina 