Tick Tock on that clock,

What more can I do but sit and listen to it?

Would I rather stare at the clock or be out uncomfortably? 

I just don't know 

And that's what makes me angry.

The choices in life, 

Others don't sweat to choose.

But, me...

I'm different. 

I am always confused.

I am quiet and passive, 

But inside I am loud and massive.

Nothing can stop the inner me

And that's what makes me angry.

I hold myself back, nothing in my way but me.

That clock that goes Tick Tock 

It is deep inside of me. 

Silence makes it tick even louder, 

But that's only because I let it.

I am my worst enemy

And that is what makes me angry!