My Empty Toolbox Poem by Angela Deal

When I hit rock bottom
I lie there swallowed upon my grief
I bathe in disappointment
I engulf tragedy

When I was a baby girl
My mind would swirl
worried, stressed
anxious, depressed

Unable to deal
Scared to feel

When misfortune strikes me
I strive and struggle to rise
When I become aware of my inadequacy
I become hostile and belligerent

When in a relationship I am paranoid
Afraid of being left alone in this void
Fearful you're playin games
with my emotion
obsessed with commotion

Deep desire for a life thats simple and real
Sick of feelin like a fool
But how do you know how to deal
When in this empty box there is no tool
Nothing ever taught
To assist coping wit the deamons I feel