My anger once moved me and consumed me my pain was it's route.
But like all flames I had a chance to burn then die out.
Instead I let the breeze push me towards my goals and instead of cooling down the surrounding stress and people’s opinions caused an eruption
I let it all consume me and cloud my mind with smoke
So now in the ash tray the bud of this worlds cigarette, I am simply slight orange singe
Used and put out. I’ll have to find the strength to relight myself.
About the author
I used to feel like i could show people what I overcame. I’m older now and broken down I guess I’m really just calling out without expectations these days it’s smoothing still being able to hear myself.