(C) Geoff May
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Why am I always in the presence of anger? Why must it always be me? Nothing seems to be going my way And the worst always heads straight for me. Why can't I see what's going to happen, and prepare myself for the feeling Of frustration, madness, despair, and commotion And stop those emotions from seething? Why can't others be careful what's said, Their moods, what they do, and their actions; So no one else will suffer the feelings I know And others won't suffer their reactions. Those feelings aren't always necessarily bad, But if they're missed, and for them there's hunger, Try not to thrive on them, but push them away To avoid the presence of anger. |