Angry Rock

Today it seems i am choosing to be angry. A rock i seem sitting there for you to step on lean on and hold down what weight you may need. But today i am choosing to be angry. If i am that rock i wanna be in the landslide in the Philippines. Lost in the mud and chaos a piece of rubble nothing compared to a tree. I am choosing to be angry. Therefore do not lean on me. I am not your rock i am the rubble smashed by mother natures choosing. How is it you can slip and slide lose your footing but always grasp on to me? Not today because damn it i am angry. Lean on me and the slope you will be mixed with is mud and rubble lost just as me. For today i can not carry your weight i can not be your back bone nor your tree. You must stand and be a man because that is what i need. Damn it i am choosing to be angry. Its your turn and your chance to be a rock for me. At this point my anger is leading me to believe i must always be the rock and as of now i have lost me. Do not coming looking i have been washed into the sea, if you are not strong enough to save me you will drowned looking for that rock you need.