i've been angry
i'm been half mad
closed eyes against the walls
laying still on my bed
throwing a half-empty bottle
taking back everything i said
tackling a frat boy
and whaling at his head

but i've also been kind
let a cockroach walk by
didn't give money to a hobo
but smiled and waved goodbye
held the door for a lady
that wouldn't do the same for you or i
and when asked about love
i said nothing when i wanted to lie

ashamed to admit that i've been broken
looking for answers in an oatmeal bowl
running from what was expected
with a child's false sense of control
felt little more than sadness
when holding the hand of a beautiful girl
and despite the grandest of schemes
never changing, except getting old