When you feel gross
Cranky, suffering loss
Of temper, cool and calm
“Enough”, you get the alarm
When you are in despair
and feel that nothing is fair
You sit back, helpless
Resisting yourself from the mess
When you wish to vanish away
Having attempted in everyway
You must calculate it too,
What would fleeing bring to you.
When you collapse, do it, to rest
Then rise again to deliver your best
They’ve got voices, just to shout
Why you try to fit in ?
When you are meant to stand out.