Angry Little Boy
I’m so angry about being angry.
I’m so mad about being mad.
I’m so frustrated about being frustrated.
I’m so tired of being tired.
All the confusion, all the frustration, all the stress!
Makes me sick, makes me mean, makes me depress!
All the anger, all the madness, all the pride.
Makes me hurt, make me weak, makes me hide.
I’m so angry about being mad.
I’m so mad about being angry.
I’m so frustrated about being tired.
I’m so tired about being frustrated.
What shall I do? I rage, I cry, I moan.
What I see true? That darkness is home and that I’m alone.
What shall I do? Write, sing, dance with joy.
What I see true? That inside I’m a misfit, thrown away little angry boy.
I’m so angry about being angry.
I’m so mad about being mad.
I’m so frustrated about being frustrated.
I’m so tired of being tired.
No joy! I’m just a angry little boy!
This poem was written/submitted by Chris B.
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