You move from angry to angry.
You snap on a dime;
Struggling to enjoy
What should be a good time.
Blaming others.
Pointing out what’s wrong.
Holding on
To a sorrowful song…
That I know as, your past.
Where you feel you were cheated.
But, you’re repeating the story,
Which leaves others depleated…
Negativity reigns.
Poor me thought.
The glass is half empty.
That’s where you are caught.
And, I can’t see it changing.
You-don’t see-it like-this.
Perhaps what I see
Are the things that you miss.
And vice versa.
NOT FOR RANT 