About Yesterday
You're hard on me 'cause you care,
But I wish you'd be more fair.
My hurt may turn to anger;
I may take it out on you.
I hear you say things
You would normally,
But my hurt and anger takes hold of me
And it only makes me feel even worse;
And you don't even
Know you're doing it.
I shouldn't let my temper
Get the best of me
But I wish, sometimes,
People would just let me be.
This poem is about:
Me
My family