Frustration has a lock on me
Fireworks in my nose
Control had a bond on me
Anger got too close
Right people got the wrong of me
Refuted sound speech,
Slightest remark; ten on my feet
Peace was too calm
Regret got too strong
Better picture sounded foolish
Found better comfort in being wrong
It’s time to lose the old me
She remained defeated
Time to fight back
Familiar thoughts never stop speaking
Instead of submitting
It’s time I talk back
