But apparently anger does...
The one thing that I thought I wanted the most, wasn't really meant for me to have. I was so close to getting it, or so I thought I was, but close wasn't close enough. I even wrote multiple poems about it to purge it out of my system, but apparently that didn't work; the residue from the adrenaline rush that the chase gave me still lingers, now stronger than ever before. Do I regret wanting it as much as I did? No, I'm just angry that I didn't get it. And I tried hard too, oh believe me, I tried. But ultimately, as much as I thought that I was in control of the outcome, I wasn't in control at all. Just a sheep living a sheep's life while trying to play with wolves...
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