Anger Mismanagement

I'm fed up of building bridges, too many splinters on my fingers, the thing is,
I always end up with this,
bad taste in my mouth like milk thats gone south,
but I can't just let go so my hearts a yo-yo,
damn its like a river that won't jam,
forget and forgive how bout a knife for a shiv,
people don't change, they wont just behave, why can't I explain what I'm trying to exclaim,
I think I should just try to except as I let out a breath, we are who we met, true faces aren't kept and lets do our best to puff out our chest..

or we could just live like today hasn't happened yet

Author's Note

Not very well spaced