I don’t like what I have become; yes we all change but why like this?
One minute I am reasonably happy the next I just lose it, the red mist takes over.
I know it’s wrong and I am ashamed afterwards, why can’t I control it?
Some silly little thing and I let it get out of hand.
I am trying very hard I know it’s not easy for you as well, having to live with me
I feel low because I don’t like putting you through this.
I am trying to climb out of a great big hole with steep sides,
Why can’t I express what I really feel like when I speak?????
Telling you this way is easier for me but not for you
Forgive me for my failings, forgive me for my mistakes