Lost

I'm lost trying to find myself. I died a long time ago, Because I have become a monster, a freak of nature. I've become the very person I didn't want to be. I can't control my anger. My anger is like a Phoenix locked up inside. I would rather shed tears, But they won't come out. So I burst out in anger, letting the Phoenix out. It shouts as if wanting to curse the heavens but does not.