Wednesday, October 26, 2011

it's mine

Maybe I don't want to let go of it yet.
It's mine. I earned it.
It's a driving force. Gets me off my ass.
I am angry. No one can make me stop being.
If I don't want to.
Do I want to?

.::.

Some Laura Marling...

I'm wounded by dust.

2 comments:

Sarcastic Bastard said...

I have vast anger, too. I'd like to offload it, even though it's mine. I'm getting older now, and it's become a burden, and it appears to be getting worse instead of better. I recognize that it's a burden. I didn't used to.

Steph(anie) said...

The trouble (for me) is maintaining it. The energy runs out and then you are left with the dregs of depression.