Angry Young Man
He grits his teeth,
As he walks the street,
Striking out of fear he cannot explain,
Trying to ease his pain.
Living in a world he did not create,
The outside world cannot relate,
To his struggle, depression and strife,
Fighting for a normal life.
Knocked down time and time again,
It is no wonder when,
He strikes out and someone dies,
And his mother breaks down and cries.
It is his own fault people say,
He really wanted it this way,
Live by the gun, die by the gun,
No where to hide nowhere to run.
Another one dead,
The newscaster said,
What is this world coming to?
If they only really knew.
What hurdles he faced every single day,
Searching for dignity along life’s way,
Staying alive if he can,
This angry young man.
Copyright © Timothy McGuire | Year Posted 2018