Angry

I don’t know if it’s because my best years have gone
Maybe it’s that fool holding up traffic this morning
It might be the habit of bringing the wrong jacket
Or the fact I’m feeling foolish for hoping a better future will be

I don’t know if it’s because I remember those terrible things
Maybe it’s the woman at the store, angry about twelve cents
It might be that my family disregards me and invites me anyway
Or the fact that insecurity hits anytime I see uniqueness

I don’t know if it’s the general greediness in the world
Maybe it’s that i notice the environment is going to hell
It might be the powerlessness that gods instill upon us
Or the fact that I know I am meant to achieve more

I don’t know if it’s the pressure of scoring “likes” that pushes me
Maybe it’s the way the world shows bodies and I’m forced to compare
It might be the pettiness that the word ‘Palindrome’ isn’t one in itself
Or that there is no rewind button for serious or small mistakes

I don’t know if it’s the pressure of having too little time, everytime
Maybe it’s the constant nagging voice in my head commanding
It might be that I am tired of waiting for my crush to answer
Or the annoying commercials through every youtube song

I don’t know if it’s something to do with me
Maybe it does
It might be the world, but
I am searching for the reason.
Why am I so angry?