Mad

 

I’m mad  at my father for not staying longer

Im mad at my mother for being physically present, but not mentally there  

Im mad at God for making me this way 

Why is it that I can walk in a room and feel its energy? Why is that I feel other peoples pain as if its my own? 

I'm mad at America for being a liar, an oppressor, and a racist 

I’m mad at the people doing good work but to stubborn to work together 

I’m mad at the kids killing each other and even madder at their parents 

I’m mad as hell and I don't know what to do with it..

So Imma just sit my mad ass down.