I still remember my younger angsty days,
Living my life as I think it to be.
Always having a cause to strive for,
Always ready for a fight,
Never afraid to right a wrong,
Defending my brand of justice.
What I normally excelled in tests,
Deliberately I did badly in the exams.
All to prove a point,
All in the name of protest and detest.
This is what angst can drive you to do.
Could it be that adolescence fueled this engine of angst?
So much pent-up energy unleashed upon this world.
Gone are those younger angsty days,
Relinquished is this power of raw anger.
For there's nothing to prove at the end of it all.
What angst begets is more angst.
The flames of anger spread easily like wild fire.
Some times it's just better to sow the seeds of discretion.
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