Everyday page after page
I write about my days of rage
I just feel my life lock in a cage
Far far away for no mercery escape
My life is in a weary distorted shape
All I do is hide in a corner and pray
Until the day of my last disarray
I hope on day I will be safe and okay
I try to be joyful and show a happy portary
But it seem as if people can see my angery rage
I try keep my life left in the Lords trust
But I feel like my trust is left to be crushed
I feel like my life was nothing but rushed
Like crowded street of people being brushed
In my diary of rage I flush my heart from pain
I get filled with so much rage it feels somewhat feigned
I feel like my heart and soul is a rageful stained
Everything in my life is never easy but always constrained
Everyday Page after page I write about my days of rage