This life

Consumed by nothing but anger,
The path of life I have chosen
Only makes me wonder
Why God had it stolen.
Maybe it was for a reason,
it seems like it's changing like the season.
I wake up with hate,
Distorted images of memories
that will never fade.
confused and fustrated,
Thoughts of being jaded.
Every fall,
I can only stand tall.
There's always a lesson to be learned,
someone to be heard.
A story to be told,
So sit back and let life
Unfold.