Why isn’t everyone as I want them to be?

Irritation

What is it within me that makes my face scowl

When I used to have such a caring face

Where I was once humble

I am now short-tempered

Thinking anger will make my point of view prevail

And I rage at underlings

Who really are weaklings

And I shake my head

As I lie in bed

And wonder how everybody is not as I want them to be

Why won’ they all change

For me.