Smolder

overcoming my fiery angst

1. my mind is on lockdown and the key has gone missing,
   I scream and cry and shout my worries-
   but it's all in my head-...
   noone is listening.
   remaining hopeful is a wonder in itself,
   but surprisingly I maintain my smile and put my troubles on my highest shelf-
   somewhere I can't reach or sneak a peak and ruin all the progress I've made.
   they say the truth weilds the sharpest of blades, and mine slices to the core-
   no matter how much my sadness seaps through-
   my happiness searches for more.
   More sights to see, more songs to sing, more of just about everything.
   Solace isn't a word that my heart can yet comprehend,
   but it's a whole lot better than smoldering in the fire of angst that burns so brightly in my head.