Hindsight

From the earliest age, we are told to bottle the rage Take the higher path and just hide it away The lows, they come and go But the anger still remains Did my mother smother me too much? Was it my father never opening up? But I can't point the blame at anyone but the man I see staring in the mirror But I can feel it taking over me The glass is shattering There's a storm raging inside of me The lows, they come and go But the anger still remains Did my mother smother me too much? Was it my father never opening up? But I can't point the blame at anyone but the man I see staring in the mirror Everything is slipping away Never learning to deal, just numbing the pain Just like a wolf in a cage, I need to escape I just need to fix what I can't change And I've been questioning what brought me to this place and how I turn out this way? Let go Release the rage